Getting out of bed this morning was hard, but I eventually dragged myself up at 6:30 to discover that Shakir was MIA. A cold hand of fear sent shivers down my spine. Not because I thought he had been bed-napped, but rather because I was afraid of what havoc he had wrought while I lay asleep. I didn't take a genius to discover that he was in the living room rifling through his toy box as if it was Saturday morning. "Shakir, what are you doing?" "I just went to get something!" He yelled back and then a heartbeat later, he appeared wearing a Rey Mysterio mask and clutching a Nerf gun in his hand. Clearly, he is not a wrestler, I'm thinking, then, stealthily, like a vigilante, he began to track his way along the room in search of evildoers. It does a super hero's heart proud to see that she has surely done something right with this one, but, as I mentioned, I did wake up late and I've got to get him ready to leave the house so I can resume my vacation in blessed peace and quiet. "Shakir, you know better than to get up and go directly for toys!" I say. He looks at me, his expression one of confusion. "Mummy, is today school already?" I don't know what he means by "already". This child had eight full, action-packed weeks of vacation. As far as I'm concerned, he should be more than ready for school. Still, I understand what it is to savour vacation. After all, I have to return to my regular day job on Monday and I'm not ready. I haven't even begun to marinate properly in the routine of sleeping late and spending most of the day in front of the idiot box. SIGH. Anyway, taking a deep breath, I inform him that he doesn't have school but Aunty Lena will be here soon to take him and his brother away. The next thing I know, a smiling jubilant Jaheim appears with a handful of toys. "Come, Shakir!" He beckons as he dumps his bounty on the floor. "Jaheim," I say with a calmness I surely don't feel. "No toys. Its time to get ready." I don't know why, but I'm getting the sinking feeling that this prep for next week when I really need them to get ready. SIGH. Time to iron my cape and boots and put back on my super hero mask. Mischief and mayhem must be eradicated!
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About AllisonAllison is mother to two active boys who challenge her on a day to day basis with their escapades. In her other life, Allison juggles a regular day job as a marketing executive in a health food organization. At night, when everyone is asleep, she dreams of being a fulltime writer and super hero. Archives
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