back to the dirty bathroom

I am waiting for half of my family to get their clothes on so we can leave for this quince anos party. This has been a year in the making and I can’t wait for it to be over. I thought it would be a fantastic experience to be part of being that we are so close to the virgin sacrifice (just kidding, that doesn’t actually take place for those of you who are in the dark on these sorts of events) but it has prevented many people from being part of normal life activities for all of the preparations that needed to be done. Multi-tasking is not a Mexican strong suit. Helio had to work so we missed the “misa” (church ceremony much like a wedding), now because a couple Mexican dudes showed up in our driveway about an hour ago to fix our truck we are officially late to the reception by 30 minutes. We will not be there for an hour still. You know, I don’t care anymore. This used to spawn big fights, now, I just let it go, it’s his family.
These parties go on until very late into the night, I won’t miss a thing except a clean bathroom. Yes, you can take Mexicans out of Mexico but you can’t take Mexico out of Mexicans. You would think that in Mexico there would be large billboards that would read something like “transplant to the Ol’ U.S of A. and you can flush your toilet paper down the facilities!” That would be enough to get me to swim across rivers, sleep in deserts, and hide in trees for hours. I have a very strong sensitivity to proper disposal of bathroom nastiness. Every one of these parties that I go to the people who attend them still throw their used toilet paper into large masses on the floor beside, behind, and around the toilet. By the time the sun goes down in the summer months I can no longer enter the bathrooms for fear of touching something I shouldn’t. The bummer is now I have a new born, there is no way I am getting around using those bathrooms.
Wish me luck, I am going to corral the troops. I have kept my hair down today to allow for a quick hand dryer in a pinch after washing my hands in the lavatory sinks. (there’s never a hand towel or paper to dry with) Hopefully, I won’t be there all night.