It is 4.55pm and I just woke up from a heavy and quite refreshing 1.5 hour sleep. Yes 1.5hrs of sleep in a dead quiet house can be extremely refreshing. The baby has been asleep in her cot since 12.00pm (bless her sweet soul) and my toddler Xena..oh shit! What has she been up to? I quickly get up and spot her sleeping at the far end of the couch. Thank God she is safe. I look around in panic and everything seems to be in order. I give the living room another sweep and still find nothing unusual. Her blocks, which I left her playing with 1.5 hours ago are spread out on the carpet. She must have gotten bored, with no one to show off her skills to, and decided to take a nap as well.
Lets back up a little. This morning at precisely 8.00am I woke up just in time to catch hubby leaving. He had a site visit to make in some town 100km away where he was driving to with his friend. He had told me about it the previous day but i had silently hoped that the plan would fail, that his friend would have more pressing issues to attend to and they would cancel the trip all together. Don’t get me wrong, I am not the clingy type but a Sunday without the hubs, the help or any help for that matter,with an infant and a toddler by my side, is really not something I look forward to. As I write this, I am feeling hot and sweaty. I have been wanting to take a shower or at the very least remove this long sleeve night shirt and change into a lighter sleeveless top but it just hasn’t happened yet. So when I woke up at 8.00am, I breastfed the baby from one breast and expressed milk from the other for her future use. I am still hell bent on getting to the six months mark and I cannot wait to tell Doctor Zip about my victory in two months time. If you are a stranger to my milk issues and Doctor Zip’s manenoz, read all about it here (I seriously could not get an English word to express this. Damn our Kenyan lingo!). At 8.30am, I headed to the kitchen to get my first litre of water for the day. Four litres a day is my daily goal as that’s exactly half my body weight in ounces of water. Weight watchers and those trying to live healthy would understand this. I also made my breakfast then which I was to have half an hour later. Early preparation helps me from grabbing the nearest thing and shoving it down my throat (as we do when extremely hungry). Perhaps I should mention that I am on this healthy living program called Beyond Diet which I came across last week. I will write about my experience another day. Back to my bedroom, staring at a blank WordPress page, I could not seem to decide what to write about. I recently came across this meme that read “People who fall asleep quickly freak me out..I mean, don’t they have any thoughts?” It was shared on one of my whatsapp groups and a friend of mine stated that nowadays she hardly has any thoughts. Seriously? I tend to agree with that meme because my head is always working overtime, processing thoughts. And this morning, it was full of thoughts, some of them as random as my toddler’s comments. She can go into deep silence for one minute (quite long for a chatty person) and say something like “mama thank you for bringing my baby sister from the hostital” or “mama, yesterday why was the road bouncy (bumpy)” or “mama, where is Miss Manga (her teacher from her former playschool)”. You get the point. So I guess I would like to trade heads with my pal for a day just to familiarize myself with a thoughtless head hehe. Anyway. As I was busy trying to pick a topic to write about from the numerous thoughts in my head, I heard Xena screaming out her Nanny’s name from her room. And just like that, I knew my day was over. I opened her bedroom door and reminded her that today was a Sunday and Mercy wasn’t around. I then proceeded to give her a hug and congratulate her for gracing the cover of the kid’s section of the Standard Newspaper for her fashion sense (as seen here). She did not understand what I meant, until I showed her the paper.
Between having my breakfast which only took two minutes, preparing Xena’s breakfast and constantly screaming “can you finish your breakfast!”, “can you stop touching your slippers when having your breakfast!”, breastfeeding the baby again after she woke up at 10.00am and talking on the phone to my friend who has a two week old baby and a four year old who have completely overwhelmed her, half the day was gone. I placed the baby in her cot at exactly 12.30pm. Back at the living room, Xena was finally done with her breakfast. I realized i had forgotten to have my midmorning snack which i quickly grabbed. An ounce of almonds and half a banana. She wanted what i was having, so i served her the same in her bowl. How interesting when it is my meal she has no issue having it. I grabbed my copy of the newspaper and as I tried to read, all she wanted was for us to go through her pictures on the paper again. I can’t blame her given that when I saw the newspaper in the morning, I was more excited than she was. Finally she let me get on with the reading as she took to her blocks but in a few minutes, a wave of sleep got the best of me. The kind of sleep that gets you feeling like you are floating on the clouds. I tried convincing her to join me in my nap but she could hear none of it. So I made sure the door to the kitchen was locked, the main door and the balcony door as well and I blacked out on the couch, leaving her talking to her Lego blocks. Now you get why I woke up with a start. I then decided to quickly write this down before having my late lunch, or waking up Xena to have hers.
The sound of the door bell startles me. Hubs must be back, or the nanny. I look at the bottom right corner of my laptop for the time. It’s 5.25pm. Last night before I slept, I prayed to God to help me achieve five things today.
1. Go to church
2. Take Xena for golf practice
3. Go shopping for the following week’s meals (as per my meal plan)
4. Write a feature for Mommy Musings Mondays
5. Plan out my week (work, blogging, family time and my time)
Your guess is as good as mine on how much I managed to achieve! How was your Sunday?
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