Iman is “flying” a kite in the front yard (*hint, Momma hung it on some fishing wire tied between the car port and the gazebo) and singing a song of her own making.
She’s been playing happily outside on her own for the last fifteen minutes or so, but I can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness for her- Khalid and Joy are at school. Cindy is on leave and will be back home in the Philippines for the next month.
I’m home, but before I can take Iman out for some quality Momma/Iman time, I need to wash the dishes, cook lunch in anticipation of Khalid’s return and sweep the livingroom floor clean of the pancit noodles that Iman decorated it with for breakfast. I also need to make a few time-sensitive phone calls, and visit the bank (with Iman, of course).
Then I’m going to buy paper plates/cups/bowls/napkins and heck if they made disposable pots I’d buy those too. Without Cindy for the next month and no replacement available, I’m adding full-time housekeeping and Iman-entertaining to my directorship and corporate consultancy roles.
(And I’m thinking that when the mountain of laundry overwhelms me, I could start dressing the kids in paper towels. Hey, they’re recyclable! )
I wonder what only-children do. Iman is so bored. It’s only ten am, and so far we’ve “flown” a kite, had a manicure, cut pictures out of the sales papers, drawn pictures of all the family members, and had not one, but two breakfasts, the first being pancit noodles and the second being cranberry juice and cereal.
Ah well. Time to get to work and start sweeping, cooking, calling, driving, and somehow attending to Booboo, who has just informed me that she ‘needs to change clothes, to nice clothes.’
Off I go!
LOL @ dressing the kids in paper towels. Seriously, how can two little kids accumulate that much laundry in one week?? It boggles my mind.
And I totally understand about the kids being bored without each other. It’s the same at our house. And it’s kinda actually ridiculous how much I rely on them to keep each other entertained so I can get some work done. Alhumdulillah for siblings!
Hope your pregnancy is going well, Insha’allah. 🙂
Aw. She’ll survive. It’ll teach her to be resourceful. 🙂 And if worse comes to worst, you can send her to work with me. My department is FULL of bored females who’ll happily take her off my hands. 😉
sigh, you know what? i can’t wait to get to that phase where the kids will play with each other. it all sounds so fantastic. you remember that cathy hawthorne cartoon with the first kid hanging onto the mom and the second hanging onto the first kid? that is me, except that both the kids are hanging off of me!
SIGH.
if worst comes to worst, i say you invite yourself for meals to friends’ (me!!) places! we don’t have any exciting germs to tempt you with, but, you know….