Looking after four children will either make your day go by pretty fast or slow, depending on your perspective. My whole week feels as if it went by in a blur. On Monday, which was by far the best day for me since I hadn't started feeling sick yet, we had our own special session of karaoke. Now if you could just picture three year old Makayla up on her toes with her arms draped around Shakir as the two of them danced to Gorg's I Got My Rum, then you would surely have insight into the blast I had. And watching Shakir try to flip and break dance is always a treat. I swear I have to send that boy to an actual expert to learn these moves for real. Renee, the budding singer in the crowd, stole our hearts with Fireflies, while Jaheim took to drumming.
Now, I feel it necessary to say that on an ordinary day, I have two budding musicians. They alternate between drumming and playing the guitar. Needless to say, most days I have a headache. I grew up among musicians - two sisters and a brother. My younger brother and I were the renegades, but since he had DJ plans, I dare say he is also a musician. Me, I am an artist and writer most days and a super hero on others. It stands to reason that my boys should at least inherit one of my talents, instead of ugh music. So anyway, the karaoke seemed like a good idea and we continued with favourites like Rude, Chop My Money, Roar and Club Can't Even Handle Me. If I had a bigger floor space, I swear I could have videotaped the dancing and put together a better music video than some of what we see on youtube, but I digress.
We had so much fun singing and dancing that when everyone was fed and had a little rest, it seemed like a good idea to take the fun outside. I took the skipping rope with us and I decided to see if I could still skip. I was doing okay until I realised that the pain in my ankle was getting worse with each jump. That's when I noticed it was swollen. It tried to put me out of commission all week, but I'm a stubborn chick. I think that's when the cold decided it was going to join the fight and yesterday, the swollen ankle, hurt wrist, aching back and cold really confined me to indoors.
I told those kids I wasn't feeling well and that actually translated in kiddie terms as: "do as you like today and have a ball because I'm not able to say or do anything about it." I gave them a lot of leeway but then it was like we were trying to copy Abbott and Costello's Who's On First scene when it got to be too much and I asked Miss Makayla who's in charge. Her response, "nobody."
Flabberghasted, I repeated the question to get the same answer again, so I tried a different approach. "Who is the adult here?"
When I found myself repeating the same questions to Jaheim a few seconds later to get the same answers, I knew it was time to put them on time-out. I put them across the bed and tried my utmost to relax and settle myself, but there's something about four quiet children in a house that doesn't bode well with my spirit and sleep remained elusive.
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.