Walk with Us awhile...

So Jason and I could never complain about our living conditions. We are living in a 2 bedroom, 1 and ½ bathroom, all brick and tile apartment. Clearly we are not roughing it. However, over the past week and ½ I have pondered killing our neighbor on several occasions.

Who is our neighbor? A crazy Honduran rooster. I add the adjective Honduran because the roosters here are of a different breed. Many of you have been following our adventures in Honduras and will remember my complaints about the roosters in the past. But this guy just takes it to a whole new level.

Right outside our bedroom window he causes mayhem ALL NIGHT LONG. Not only does he crow, but then he wakes up all the neighboring roosters as well. Take his crowing, add some warm nights and you get a non-sleeping, angry, pregnant lady. Yes, you should be praying for my husband.

But let me describe his crows. I jump up out of bed one night because there is a woman screaming. Jason wakes up as well and we think that our head doctor’s wife is screaming bloody murder next door. Oh wait, we hear it again and it is that dirty rooster who sounds like a screaming woman. It was good that there were bars on our windows separating me from him because I really wanted to ring its neck! (Well, that would never happen, but I feel justified saying it)


So to our solution. We have relocated to the front room of the apartment and we’re sleeping in two twin beds. Let me tell you, I have had 3 of the best night’s sleep. It’s cooler and rooster free! Jason and I keep saying that we should move the full bed into that room, so we could actually sleep in the same bed, but when we get back to the place at 11 or 12 at night and have devotional at 7am, its just not happening. So we pitifully say goodnight from across the room, say we should fix this, and then proceed to sweet dreams.

So just call us the Cleavers!