One Two Buckle my shoe
Very early in the morning
I felt an abrupt movement beside me. Muffled words slowly crept into my sleepy thoughts. It almost sounded like a lullaby.
Then I heard Baby G say “Juju” ( aka milk)
I pulled myself out of my bed with every last ounce of energy. If I am late, she would cry harder which mean’t no further sleep for baby G and I.
Mind you, 98% of the time I would keep everything within reach.
Last night, I didn’t and the water heater wasn’t plugged.
Her juju delayed ….
Rest was history.
Three four knock on the door
Early that noon
Staying awake from 6 am and running on coffee, left me with a migraine. I had to suck it up and decided to put baby G for an early “afternoon” nap. I held her on a lock grip with the bottle to soothe her, her eyes drooped slowly and drifted off to sleep. I smiled to myself with relief just then a steady knock disrupted us.
Baby G was now wide awake with excitement and she hopped off from my lap running towards the door.
If a look could kill, I think I did a pretty good job at that moment.
The salesman grinned no more.
Rest and sleep was history.
Five Six Pick up the Sticks
Later that afternoon
Baby G had finally slept.
After I put her to bed, I ninja myself to the living room. During this process, I stepped on a Lego.
Rest,sleep and my feet was History.
Seven eight lay them straight
I collected all the Legos and kept it away before things get even worse.
Rest,sleep, feet and my back was History.
Nine ten lets do it again
The sterilized bottle – check
Milk – check
Flask of hot water – double check