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!