Today is Friday and that means no maid, no help. I have to deal with the house cleaning, laundry, cooking and bathing the kids all by myself. Not forgetting feeding my two little brats. It's not that I detest doing everyday chores or taking care of my kids but at times when you feel that you are doing the same thing day in and day out it kinda gets to you.
I'm a full time housewife or homemaker, whatever you call it, one who is lost for the time being. It was my decision entirely to do this for I believe no one will ever be able to take care of my kids like how I do. I know I'm not perfect and I do scold my kids at times but the thought of anyone else doing the same to them freaks me out. Today was like everyday, I tried to slowly walk out of the room in the morning while they were still asleep but it didn't work. Before I got off the bed, I tilted my head up and had a peep at the cot where my darling girl was sleeping and snoring away (she has blocked nose, hence the snore).
Well she was fast asleep and I thought this is my chance of going down and getting my day started with my favorite cup of coffee and biscuits ( yes I'm a cookie monster ). And as I was getting out of the bed picturing myself in the kitchen dunking my cookie in my coffee and some tabloids for easy reading, guess what happened. She woke up. I was out of the bed and I quickly ducked and hid myself on the other side hoping she will go back to sleep. As I lay on the cold hard floor, I was thinking how silly all this is but I had no choice. It's either coffee and biscuits or straight to the chores. She let out a cry and I stood up smiling, she smiled back and I went to her.
Together we went downstairs leaving Azfar who was fast asleep. She was happy and that sort of took of a little bit of my bad mood away. I know I was not getting my coffee any time soon. With her on my hip, we started making her milk and she was smiling away. I was not. Put her down and gave her milk. Ran to the bathroom as nature called. I had to keep my toilet visits short as she does not like me out of her sight. Quickly brushed my teeth and I was still hoping for at least a cup of hot coffee, never mind the cookies now. As I stepped out of the wash room, she was climbing of the sofa holding her bottle. That picture of her doing that made me smile and eased the fact that I'm up and without coffee.
We sat down and watched some TV while she was trying to poo. She finished and it was time to bath her. As we were going upstairs I heard another cry. Made me dizzy just thinking the two of them up and me no coffee. Yes coffee was back, teasing me. We stopped going up and he came down, rubbing his eyes and whining as usual. He is 4 and still is a baby. I went to the kitchen and made his bottle, yes he's still on bottle and I let him. Why not let them have these simple pleasures now and let him have fun. By the way Azfar is almost off the diapers. He does not wet the night ones we put on him. This is a big thing for us as we have tried many times to toilet train him. It was difficult in the beginning and what was more difficult was a lot of people telling us it's time he went off the diapers. I believe every child has his or her timing and we should not rush them. Like Dr. Fiona said, " He is not a dog to be trained". She helped us see things in a different perspective all together.
They had their bath and I did my laundry after that. Had to be careful as to not leave the keys on the other side. They locked me inside once and once is enough. He he. It was breakfast time and I started washing the bottles as they munched down their bread. Yes I was thinking, more like hoping for a cup of coffee. As I shooed them out of the kitchen I turned to look at the time. It was 11 am and my stomach made a sound. I know what that was. I rushed to make my coffee and sat down at last.The aromatic smell of the coffee made me think of the song " My favorite things" from Sound Of Music. As I slowly sipped my coffee, the warm, soothing brown liquid made me feel sane again.
With that music still playing in my head I thought to myself, it's not so bad after all.
NOTE : I love coffee and I have them twice a day, sometimes more than that.
I'm a full time housewife or homemaker, whatever you call it, one who is lost for the time being. It was my decision entirely to do this for I believe no one will ever be able to take care of my kids like how I do. I know I'm not perfect and I do scold my kids at times but the thought of anyone else doing the same to them freaks me out. Today was like everyday, I tried to slowly walk out of the room in the morning while they were still asleep but it didn't work. Before I got off the bed, I tilted my head up and had a peep at the cot where my darling girl was sleeping and snoring away (she has blocked nose, hence the snore).
Well she was fast asleep and I thought this is my chance of going down and getting my day started with my favorite cup of coffee and biscuits ( yes I'm a cookie monster ). And as I was getting out of the bed picturing myself in the kitchen dunking my cookie in my coffee and some tabloids for easy reading, guess what happened. She woke up. I was out of the bed and I quickly ducked and hid myself on the other side hoping she will go back to sleep. As I lay on the cold hard floor, I was thinking how silly all this is but I had no choice. It's either coffee and biscuits or straight to the chores. She let out a cry and I stood up smiling, she smiled back and I went to her.
Together we went downstairs leaving Azfar who was fast asleep. She was happy and that sort of took of a little bit of my bad mood away. I know I was not getting my coffee any time soon. With her on my hip, we started making her milk and she was smiling away. I was not. Put her down and gave her milk. Ran to the bathroom as nature called. I had to keep my toilet visits short as she does not like me out of her sight. Quickly brushed my teeth and I was still hoping for at least a cup of hot coffee, never mind the cookies now. As I stepped out of the wash room, she was climbing of the sofa holding her bottle. That picture of her doing that made me smile and eased the fact that I'm up and without coffee.
We sat down and watched some TV while she was trying to poo. She finished and it was time to bath her. As we were going upstairs I heard another cry. Made me dizzy just thinking the two of them up and me no coffee. Yes coffee was back, teasing me. We stopped going up and he came down, rubbing his eyes and whining as usual. He is 4 and still is a baby. I went to the kitchen and made his bottle, yes he's still on bottle and I let him. Why not let them have these simple pleasures now and let him have fun. By the way Azfar is almost off the diapers. He does not wet the night ones we put on him. This is a big thing for us as we have tried many times to toilet train him. It was difficult in the beginning and what was more difficult was a lot of people telling us it's time he went off the diapers. I believe every child has his or her timing and we should not rush them. Like Dr. Fiona said, " He is not a dog to be trained". She helped us see things in a different perspective all together.
They had their bath and I did my laundry after that. Had to be careful as to not leave the keys on the other side. They locked me inside once and once is enough. He he. It was breakfast time and I started washing the bottles as they munched down their bread. Yes I was thinking, more like hoping for a cup of coffee. As I shooed them out of the kitchen I turned to look at the time. It was 11 am and my stomach made a sound. I know what that was. I rushed to make my coffee and sat down at last.The aromatic smell of the coffee made me think of the song " My favorite things" from Sound Of Music. As I slowly sipped my coffee, the warm, soothing brown liquid made me feel sane again.
With that music still playing in my head I thought to myself, it's not so bad after all.
NOTE : I love coffee and I have them twice a day, sometimes more than that.
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