Would you believe I was so wiped out last night that I turned the computer on, wrote one line and promptly fell asleep? I'm really not adjusting well to being back at work. Used to be that I still had a little energy after work, but these days that is surely not the case. And its easy for me to sit here and say, its the kids that have me wiped out, but in this case its simply not true.
As a mother, I enjoy listening to my boys tell me all about their respective days. I find it amusing how once one starts to tell me something, how the other one suddenly remembers that he had something he needed to say. Most times I end up listening to two different stories at the same time. Right now, Jaheim is on a mission to get his hair cut. He has been telling absolutely everyone that he needs a haircut. He even most recently gave me instructions to tell Aunty Lena that she needs to cut his hair. He isn't bothered who cuts it as long as it gets done. You'd think that the boy's hair is whipping him in his back with each step he takes because its so long, or that it keeps getting in his way in the shower or the wind is blowing it in his eyes. Nope. If this child has an inch of hair on his head, he has a lot. But everyday until its cut, he will be there to remind me that it needs to be done.
Then, even though I picked Shakir up from by my mom when I left work and was with him in virtual silence all the way home, he suddenly thinks of a burning question, like, "mummy, why didn't cover my hymn book?"
"You told me you didn't want it covered," I say.
"Oh." And then, after a pause, "is that braids on your head?" He knows it isn't, but he just wants to be sure he has my attention, I suppose.
My response: "Shakir, go and get undressed, please!"
Trust that a similar dialogue occurs later when his father and I are talking, or when I announce that it is lights out and its time to sleep. Suddenly, his little brain starts to remember all the things he wants to know, like how street lights work. To the colleague who told me he tells his son that there is monkey inside playing with coloured candles, I totally understand and endorse it 100% if it works for you. My son would simply look at me with a straight with and wide, intelligent eyes and ask me how the money gets inside or some random question that would throw me for a loop.
But anyway, last night, none of the usual stuff I mentioned happened. I sent Shakir in the bath and I heard him telling Jaheim in a rather firm, adult-sounding voice, "take off your clothes and let us go and bathe. I'm going to bathe you." Well, I nipped that in the bud because as tired as I was, I couldn't take the bickering and stress that would ensue. I also had Miss Makayla with me so I set them to watch some TV after they were all bathed, then I cooked a very quick pot of food. By the time I turned the TV off and put everyone to bed, I was all geared up for a nice blogging session, but it seemed sleep was there waiting in the wings.
I don't know how long I slept with my hands posed on the computer keys before my husband called my name to tell me I was falling asleep. That might have been slightly amusing if I was coherent enough to consider it or to actually wake up, but I was too wiped out. Thankfully, it was a quiet evening in Metro-bados and there was no need to dispense justice and restore peace.
Allison 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.