Last night started off beautifully by my son going off to bed early. His father followed half an hour after that while I was busy doing the cleaning up. And so, I got the whole house except for the master bedroom to myself.
It felt nice to have some quiet time to myself. To do cleaning up without the little one tugging my pants, asking to be picked up. It felt nice to really put yourself into cleaning the whole house, not just one room at a time. And it felt nice to be able to sit peacefully on the couch after that, closing your eyes and enjoying the sweet smell of Febreeze (haha) in the air, and not being interrupted by any sound like the crying baby or the husband requesting for a cup of coffee and some light supper late in the night.
Don't get me wrong. I love my family to the bits. It's just that once in a while I'd love to have that quiet time to contemplate. To think of myself, my past and what the future is going to bring.
Anyway, to top it off I also got uninterrupted sleep last night. Irfan has got fever since Sunday. It started off as a high fever - 39C and the paed put the med through his bon bon. So we thought it was gonna subside but he's still not well until today, though the temperature has gone down considerably. So last night we fed him with his 1001 medicines, you know, the complete package of fever, flu, coughing and phlegm plus antibiotics. I guess the meds really put him into deep sleep as he didn't even once wake up for his milk session. I was truly blessed. :-p
So this morning I woke up extra early and cooked for him, putting on one of my best dress and some basic makeup to hide my flaws. I made breakfast for us and then it was time to feed him his meds again. It used to be easy, feeding him his meds, but now he hates it sooo much that we had to really pin him to the ground in order to feed him. Imagine 4 bottles of meds and he was screaming the house down while kicking everyone and everything within his kicking range. It wasn't a pretty sight I tell you. And when we were done with all four meds, I was about to pat his back (for being a good boy and take his medicine??nahh!) when he suddenly puked all over my pretty dress! Oh, that really killed the joyfull mood I was having since last night. So I got cranky and hubby got cranky back in return. Sigh..
And then, to add salt to the wound, some girls on motorbike hit our car on our way to mak's place. They were two young ladies who looked like they are still in high school. What were you girls doing on the bikes anyway, that you don't see a car making a turn at the traffic light? Sheeshhhh. They really ticks me off, they do. The bikers. And this just strengthen my intention to forbid my son from riding a motorbike! Ever ok, ever!
P/S : I claim to have a good night sleep last night, so how come I'm still drowsy in the morning? I guess being me, no matter how much sleep I get it'll never be enough. :-p