I'm OK but my Hair is Homesick

It is no secret that I have never been able to do hair.  With the salon being an hour away and the sound of a PING from my bank account telling me I've been paid being only a dream right now, I probably should learn.  Everyday I put it in the same bun (those that know my knows it took a while to master said bun).  

Speaking of bun, by the time I got home from work today only half of the bun still sat on top of my head.  You know why?  Because those 4-year-olds showed me what it means to be four and have a teacher that doesn't speak your language.  My Arabic co-teacher got sick so I had the children by myself for part of the day.  Normally, when I have them alone everything still goes smoothly.  But today, some American kids must have told them the meaning of "turn up."  They were all over the place, running in circles, rolling on the floor, singing Arabic nursery rhymes, singing the alphabet song (this actually made me proud).  After a while I finally calmed them down.  It turns out that teacher look, the look that says "I am about to lose it" is universal.  Once they calmed down we did our centers focused on the number 2.  One group molded the number 2 with play dough, another created a collage out of the number 2, and the third group traced 2s in their journals.  When I asked the question, "What number?" someone actually yelled out "2!"  Others yelled out "1" or "Monday" but this is a long way from a few weeks ago when I would ask, "What number?" and they would all reply, "What number?"  They actually know that I expect a response now.  There are no small victories.  

When I got home from work, my normal desert crew took forever to debate about what we were eating for dinner tonight (we take this family thing seriously out here in the desert), and then we got a phone call about our Emirate IDs.  That's right, I am official.  I have an official resident ID.  No turning back now.  

The only sad part is that as of right now I look like I live in the desert.  Literally, the desert, like in the sand out there with the scorpions and camels.  SMH.  I'm going to fix this really soon.  But, on the other hand, the men from India love this look.  I see them looking when I'm out in public.  Either they love it or I scare them.  Either way, they're looking!