Weekday mornings
Every morning there is screaming and crying, prelude to the breakfast, bath and dressing to be in time for school. All because he hates to go to sleep at night. Often when I wake up in the night after a good sleep, he is still awake staring at the ceiling and counting the fluorescent stars stuck there. He is all of three and trying to be a man. Hubby is no help. He adds his own screams to the din and I end up contemplating bungee jumping out of the window to escape the noise.
The DSS (Dubai Summer Surprises) is on and we have not taken him to see any of it. He is too young to know what he is missing. Yesterday father and son had gone out at 9.00 in the night to get burgers and caught the end of an Egyptian dance at the nearby mall. He said the place was crowded and seemed fun. Maybe I will take him out today and see what is on today.
Every morning there is screaming and crying, prelude to the breakfast, bath and dressing to be in time for school. All because he hates to go to sleep at night. Often when I wake up in the night after a good sleep, he is still awake staring at the ceiling and counting the fluorescent stars stuck there. He is all of three and trying to be a man. Hubby is no help. He adds his own screams to the din and I end up contemplating bungee jumping out of the window to escape the noise.
The DSS (Dubai Summer Surprises) is on and we have not taken him to see any of it. He is too young to know what he is missing. Yesterday father and son had gone out at 9.00 in the night to get burgers and caught the end of an Egyptian dance at the nearby mall. He said the place was crowded and seemed fun. Maybe I will take him out today and see what is on today.
posted by Choomma at 9:36 AM
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