Its been a cloudy day today. To others they might say gloomy but in our neck of the woods it’s hopeful and beautiful and refreshing and something we love to see! A sky full of fat rain clouds.
I love my hipstamatic.
It was too cold to play outside today. So the kids didn’t get to really run around properly. So they have been full of beans. So I have been yelling at them to watch out, to not run with pencils to not jump off the back of the couch (or at least watch out that B doesn’t see them and try to copy them) etc etc etc.
So, I have decided to skip bedtime stories and have their lovely nanny do it tonight. Instead I sat and cuddled with them in the living room before the bedtime drama begins. It might not be a huge drama but since they didn’t get much exercise today it maybe. Either way, I’m skipping it.
The whole S and J bed time dynamic was not working (they were still sharing a room) so we hatched a cunning plan worthy of Baldriks praise (only blackadder fans would appreciate that one). Since we don’t have enough room here for each child to sleep alone we decided to put J in B’s room at bed time, since he doesn’t sleep till a full hour and a half after they do, and leave S in their room. I would read a story to J while S read to himself, then read more to S after saying good night to J.
The idea was that J would fall asleep and we would carry her to her bed around the time that B would be getting ready to have his milk and sleep. And it has worked so far! But I didn’t feel I was in the right frame of mind (crazy mama lady today) to deal with any hiccups so I left the bedtime routine to nanny. S already peeked in twice and just heard J pleading her case as to why she is out of bed so I think I made the right choice tonight.
The stupid pregnant mother moment of today was when ‘maghrib’ prayer time came and S and I got up to pray. He is an expert at what we now call ‘speed praying’. So, when we started praying I made sure to slow down and take my time so that he would (hopefully) take his time as well. While I was praying I was thinking ‘he’s slowing down! Great! When I finish I’m going to say “you see, this is how long a prayer should take you. Not the 30 seconds you manage to do it in” He’ll finally understand’.
When I finished the prayer and did the Salam (the final part that ends the prayer) S looked at me and said “Mama, you prayed 4 Rak’aat* instead of 3! You have to do it again”. Serves me right for thinking of how I’m going to show him what a proper prayer is instead of actually focusing on the prayer it’s self.
*Muslims pray 5 times a day. Each prayer consists of a series of actions and prayers called a Rak’a. And each prayer has a certain number of Rak’a's. The maghrib or evening prayer is 3 and I did 4.
10th time I try to publish this stupid post!