A Nap...Ain't Nobody Got time for Dat!!
When I went home yesterday, I was dead tired and just wanted to snuggle into my comfy bed, relax, and possibly take a nap. A nice, refreshing, stress free nap..hmmmm, sounds so easy to some, but to me its a feat that cannot easily be accomplished. As I was dreaming about sleep, Yusi came running, screaming "Oto Boos, Oto Boos" and showing me his new drawings (scribbles) of balls.
"Wow!!! Yusuf that is just awesome!"
He said "awchum" and continued to follow me upstairs. As I was going to my room, thinking about my bed, the motherly guilt kicked in and made me go into Isa's room instead. He was just sitting there day dreaming with only half his work done.
"Isa what's wrong, why are your spellings not done?"
" Amm-mmma I can't find a pencil so I couldn't do my spellings"
Eighty percent of the time, he does not have a pencil, or its not sharpened and for all of you judging me as a parent and a provider, I can swear that we have provided enough pencils to last a child 2 academic school years, since I know Hasan steals Isa's stationary too.
I sat my self down, looked through his marker case and took out 2 chewed up, short and blunt pencils.
"Wow Amma. how did you find those?"
He made me sound like such a genius.
I quickly sharpened one and finally made my way to the bathroom to wash up, with Yusi behind me. Of course anything I do, he has to do plus more. He first asks to brush his teeth, wash his face, put lotion (twice) on and his whole face, his arms and feet (a trait acquired straight from his Dadi Jaan), he then requires some "khuboo" (good smell or body spray) and last but not the least some Lip gloss or chapstick. After Yusi was done with his bathroom ordeal, he followed me to my bed where I just plopped for a few seconds. Isa then made an entrance with his big text book and paper that he had a question about.
"Amma what does Gung Ho Fat Choi mean?" Assuming I should just know this Chinese term.
"Isa did you read the story, I am sure it is in it"
"No Amma, it is not telling us the meaning see its right here, the boy in China says it to his Grandmother but it doesn't tell us the meaning"
"What does it say after that?"
"The Grandmother says Happy New Year to you too..OOOO I get it" as he gave me a "you are so smart" type look again.
By then Yusuf had started flipping the text book pages and was now jumping on it with excitement with a foot on each side of the opened book, while Isa was watching with amusement, not worried about the condition of his book at all.
I quickly scolded both of them for being careless and was threatening a time out, when Yusi all of a sudden lifted his shirt and started pointing towards his chest complaining of "chot" or "boo boo."
Totally side tracked by Yusi's fake ache (as you can see I am totally not as smart as Isa thinks I am), I went to Hasan; our 24/7 on call doctor's room and sat there for a minute with my two tails coming right behind me.
Yusi told Hasan "Hun Chachoo Docket"and started showing his chest with his shirt still lifted up with one hand "Oto Chot theek". Which means Hasan you are a doctor, so fix Oto's (Yusuf) boo boo.
Hasan the great doctor that he is, knowing it was all in Yusi's head, put his index finger in his mouth and spread his saliva on Yusi's chest several times.
"Ewww Hasannnnn!!!"
However apparently this medication was working for Yusi as he stopped complaining.
Isa, on the other hand was not satisfied with this method of therapy and ran down and came back with Neosporin.
"Amma put this on Yusuf, its an anti-bacterial, it will take away all the bacteria from Hasan Chachoo's spit."
Hasan defended himself by explaining how saliva has so many anti-bacterial qualities.
Whatever, I didn't even care anymore, I was just glad to be still for a moment, so I just laid back and let the spit, Neosporin and anti-bacterial commotion resolve on its own.
A few discussions later, Hasan went back to studying as he realized a mistake of his on this practice exam he was taking and blurted out "oh Shit!."
A second later my little sponge Yusi started shouting:
"Hochit Hochit!" all over the house.
Great, so I relax for one minute and my child learns how to curse; God knows what would happen if I took a nap!
"Wow!!! Yusuf that is just awesome!"
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| Yusuf drawing balloons |
He said "awchum" and continued to follow me upstairs. As I was going to my room, thinking about my bed, the motherly guilt kicked in and made me go into Isa's room instead. He was just sitting there day dreaming with only half his work done.
"Isa what's wrong, why are your spellings not done?"
" Amm-mmma I can't find a pencil so I couldn't do my spellings"
Eighty percent of the time, he does not have a pencil, or its not sharpened and for all of you judging me as a parent and a provider, I can swear that we have provided enough pencils to last a child 2 academic school years, since I know Hasan steals Isa's stationary too.
I sat my self down, looked through his marker case and took out 2 chewed up, short and blunt pencils.
"Wow Amma. how did you find those?"
He made me sound like such a genius.
I quickly sharpened one and finally made my way to the bathroom to wash up, with Yusi behind me. Of course anything I do, he has to do plus more. He first asks to brush his teeth, wash his face, put lotion (twice) on and his whole face, his arms and feet (a trait acquired straight from his Dadi Jaan), he then requires some "khuboo" (good smell or body spray) and last but not the least some Lip gloss or chapstick. After Yusi was done with his bathroom ordeal, he followed me to my bed where I just plopped for a few seconds. Isa then made an entrance with his big text book and paper that he had a question about.
"Amma what does Gung Ho Fat Choi mean?" Assuming I should just know this Chinese term.
"Isa did you read the story, I am sure it is in it"
"No Amma, it is not telling us the meaning see its right here, the boy in China says it to his Grandmother but it doesn't tell us the meaning"
"What does it say after that?"
"The Grandmother says Happy New Year to you too..OOOO I get it" as he gave me a "you are so smart" type look again.
By then Yusuf had started flipping the text book pages and was now jumping on it with excitement with a foot on each side of the opened book, while Isa was watching with amusement, not worried about the condition of his book at all.
I quickly scolded both of them for being careless and was threatening a time out, when Yusi all of a sudden lifted his shirt and started pointing towards his chest complaining of "chot" or "boo boo."
Totally side tracked by Yusi's fake ache (as you can see I am totally not as smart as Isa thinks I am), I went to Hasan; our 24/7 on call doctor's room and sat there for a minute with my two tails coming right behind me.
Yusi told Hasan "Hun Chachoo Docket"and started showing his chest with his shirt still lifted up with one hand "Oto Chot theek". Which means Hasan you are a doctor, so fix Oto's (Yusuf) boo boo.
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| Yusi with the infamous Hun Chachoo, the "Docket" |
"Ewww Hasannnnn!!!"
However apparently this medication was working for Yusi as he stopped complaining.
Isa, on the other hand was not satisfied with this method of therapy and ran down and came back with Neosporin.
"Amma put this on Yusuf, its an anti-bacterial, it will take away all the bacteria from Hasan Chachoo's spit."
Hasan defended himself by explaining how saliva has so many anti-bacterial qualities.
Whatever, I didn't even care anymore, I was just glad to be still for a moment, so I just laid back and let the spit, Neosporin and anti-bacterial commotion resolve on its own.
A few discussions later, Hasan went back to studying as he realized a mistake of his on this practice exam he was taking and blurted out "oh Shit!."
A second later my little sponge Yusi started shouting:
"Hochit Hochit!" all over the house.
Great, so I relax for one minute and my child learns how to curse; God knows what would happen if I took a nap!
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| My 2 Krazies!! |
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