So I think Maalik has a disease…it’s called “Can’t stop talking-itis!” I spent a good part of last night up with Jibreel, and I myself have a cold, so I was pretty much a vegetable this morning. Ahmed rolls out of bed early to get ready for football, and Maalik climbs into bed to keep me company. I’m thinking, “Please God, let us have a few minutes of silence.” And so it begins..
“Mama…Mama…Mama….Mama…Mama… (Think Stewie in Family Guy)”
“Are you tired?”
“Maalik can we have some quiet time?”
“But Mama, I need to talk!”
“Mama, do you have any toys for me?”
“No habeebi, go play with the toys in your room…”
“No, I want toys here.”
“Maalik, why don’t you go to the bathroom.”
“OK, I’ll be RIGHT back.” (Great)
“Mama, what time is it? Is it 7:20? What comes next? 7:21. Mama, it’s 7:21, what comes next, 7:22?….(20 minutes later) Mama what comes next 7:40? 7:55? (I got up by then, I just couldn’t take it 🙂
“Mama you’re awake! Let’s have some breakfast?” By then Jibreel is up.
“Mama, did you say good morning to Jibreel? Did you ask him if he had a good sleep?”
*Sigh* and so my day begins 🙂