My life has strewn off course. It’s about to hit the stage where I ‘almost’ become overwhelmed. I am not of course. Since my mum-in-law went home, I’ve been on lazy over-dose. The organized Fiz has gone into hibernation and in the meanwhile this useless, sloppy, lazy bum has taken over her physical self.
People living in the middle-east have it too easy. Yes some of us miss our families, but you have to admit with Skype around, it’s not that bad. Plus it’s just a 3 hr hop-into-a-plane-ride. Let’s just admit something. Regardless of how much we miss home, when the time actually comes to go back, we are fretting over the halaat, the load-shedding, dengue and oh the garmi! Snobbies is what we’ve become.
So back to me being lazy. I have so much on my plate. Eshaal’s become big. I am serious. Although as independent as my baby is, she does have her needs. And her mother being on a lazy-spree does not help. I actually ignore her. We should be well into toilet-training. We should be learning plenty. We should be swimming. We should be learning how to feed oneself. It’s frustrating. I really need to step up! My child needs me. Immediately!
The house needs me. I have stuffed things into closets, drawers, and cabinets. Although I know where things are, Asad doesn’t. Though that would not be the reason for me to actually clean up. Considering he won’t remember after 3 minutes anyway. And then of course there is my awesome Mum and the whole Masters program. I fell in love with Shakespeare but then I cheated on him with lame soaps. I need to get back on the love-train. July is not too far now.
And the best for last. The one thing I am actually doing with my heart and back into it. Asad’s diet plan. It’s been 2 weeks now and he’s going strong with the Atkins. It has been fun preparing his meals, marinating food, planning and reading, doing his research. Not getting our hopes high, but this just might be it. Although he misses bread, he’s putting on a good show. But it is hard when you work so hard only to find that the dieting-guy is off the things he’s supposed to eat! What the hell do you feed him now?
P.s: My Birthday is in 2 weeks. Yaay me!
