It is the last day of Ramadan and I have been trying for the last week to get the kids to sleep earlier so that we can join the human race in the coming weeks without being sleep deprived. It was worth a try. I do that sometimes, end up being a huge nag about something and make a big deal and lecture and huff and puff and blow the house down when in hindsight I realise it was really unnecessary. But it adds to the fun.
I wish I was one of those mothers that just let things be sometimes and everything falls into place. But, let’s be honest, if you know me you’d know this is impossible. (a nanny I once had told me I have a serious micro management problem) but the first step to healing is admitting the problem. And finding a healthy (somewhat narcissistic) outlet to share, vent and document my adventures.
So please enjoy and pray to God with me that the next time I hear the words “Ya Maamaa!” they are not followed by “she punched me in the tummy” or “I don’t want to shower!” or “WAAAAAAAAA”