Spiritual Experience.
As you might know the people who live in this part of the world are, the majority that is, muslims. And I am one of them. I am not an extremist, but I do practice my religion.
In Saudi Arabia there are two holy places for muslims, Makkah and Madinah. I have been to Makkah, where we do Omra every year, but I have never been to Madina till last week. Madina is where the Prophet lived and died and he is buried there. Going to Madina is usually called the “visit” it is like you are visiting the Prophet.
So I was very exited we went with my husbands family and stayed at a large suite in a hotel overlooking the Prophets mosque, it was so nice and spiritual I was crying every time I prayed. And now I can’t wait to visit again. The area was calm, serene and it felt out of this world; like you have to worry about nothing there. I totally loved it.
When you are in a place like that you think about the blessings you have and you find yourself focusing on the real value of life, and my love for my family, my children and my husband grew even more.
I just wonder these days if you are religious, of any religion, you seem to have to defend yourself, how did we get to that, if being a believer is making me feel so good, why should I always find myself in a position to have to defend myself and my beliefs, and I just wanted to say to all believers of all religions, enjoy!...
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Placement
I have no idea what I am going to say. I just feel kind of repressed and want to let go....
OK, does not sound good, let us give it another try.
I want to write about world peace. Ha ha very funny. OK not really funny either.
OK serious now, why not talk about my recent work experience. I needed to do a fieldwork placement for my postgraduate studies course in Information and Library Studies. You only need to do this placement if you don;t have a work experience in the field, and since I did as far as the University is concerned I did not have to. However, I felt that my experience could be slightly limited and decided to take on a placement. I contacted this young college at Jeddah, a ladies only college, things here are separated, there are 2 of everything male-only colleges and female only colleges, male-only banks and female only banks and so on. Back to the point. I particularly felt that my experience was lacking in a sort of conventional library setting so I arranged for this placement.
How did the experience go. As a mother of two I had to make lots of arrangements. I shifted our daily meals schedule, I arranged for my mom to stay with the girls in the morning when I am working. Plus I needed to sacrifice my comfort and the little rest I was getting to do this. Anyhow, I started very exited about it. but unfortunately I was not met with equal enthusiasm, though they seemed very helpful and nice they were scared to give me anything to do, they don’t want me touching the database for instance, I guess they are not used to people wanting to work for free; kind of a strange idea in this culture.
Now what was I saying. I even have no idea when did I start writing this. Not so good I suppose. Well lets see by now I have actually finished the placement and I would say I am 85% satisfied with the outcome. I did experience a more traditional library setting than where I previously worked and I was exposed to all the regularly routine work. I also met some very nice people, the ladies who worked there were extremely kind and nice. If they are a good example of librarians in this country it is excellent.
On another point, my mother who was taking care of the girls in my absence seemed extremely fed up at the end. My husband did not like the schedule and could not quite understand why I am doing this. As for me I did miss the girls so much while I was there, I guess I am like my sister puts it: “Such a mother”...
OK, does not sound good, let us give it another try.
I want to write about world peace. Ha ha very funny. OK not really funny either.
OK serious now, why not talk about my recent work experience. I needed to do a fieldwork placement for my postgraduate studies course in Information and Library Studies. You only need to do this placement if you don;t have a work experience in the field, and since I did as far as the University is concerned I did not have to. However, I felt that my experience could be slightly limited and decided to take on a placement. I contacted this young college at Jeddah, a ladies only college, things here are separated, there are 2 of everything male-only colleges and female only colleges, male-only banks and female only banks and so on. Back to the point. I particularly felt that my experience was lacking in a sort of conventional library setting so I arranged for this placement.
How did the experience go. As a mother of two I had to make lots of arrangements. I shifted our daily meals schedule, I arranged for my mom to stay with the girls in the morning when I am working. Plus I needed to sacrifice my comfort and the little rest I was getting to do this. Anyhow, I started very exited about it. but unfortunately I was not met with equal enthusiasm, though they seemed very helpful and nice they were scared to give me anything to do, they don’t want me touching the database for instance, I guess they are not used to people wanting to work for free; kind of a strange idea in this culture.
Now what was I saying. I even have no idea when did I start writing this. Not so good I suppose. Well lets see by now I have actually finished the placement and I would say I am 85% satisfied with the outcome. I did experience a more traditional library setting than where I previously worked and I was exposed to all the regularly routine work. I also met some very nice people, the ladies who worked there were extremely kind and nice. If they are a good example of librarians in this country it is excellent.
On another point, my mother who was taking care of the girls in my absence seemed extremely fed up at the end. My husband did not like the schedule and could not quite understand why I am doing this. As for me I did miss the girls so much while I was there, I guess I am like my sister puts it: “Such a mother”...
Monday, February 13, 2006
Princess Leia
The thing is in my hair and I look like princess Leia
OK, once upon a time a had very nice hair color.... wait lets not get into this again. I felt I needed to color my hair. So I thought why not go lighter. So I bought this magic potion that supposedly would turn my dark brown hair into a light brown in one step. So here I ma at home having bought two boxes of the magical color, got rid of the babies (sent them to my mother’s home) and all alone at mine I started the process of coloring.
Now because I have long hair and very thick one at that I spent hours contemplating the process. It seemed to me that the simple apply to roots first technique and then length and mix is not enough. Oh wait this magic potion had a different technique, you are supposed to apply to the length first , wait 10 minutes and then apply to roots. wait a further 20 minutes and then rinse. So I decided to follow this only I thought I needed to divide my hair to 6 sections before application, and so I did. I laid plastic bags on the floor, got all my gear together, divided my hair, and taking each section alone I started the application. Now you can imagine how the above process was very time consuming and tiring, as I had to basically apply color twice to the same section. After I was done I grouped my hair in two sections rolled up above my ears- that is where princess Leia comes in.
After that, pretending to be calm and collected I sat at my laptop, trying to study. After the time was done, I thought it passed quickly, so I decided to wait 10 extra minutes. I mean what harm can this do. People always say that on dark hair color usually needs more time. After the extra 10 minutes, I went to rinse my hair. To my surprise I noticed that my roots turned coppery, but I remained calm, thinking once I rinse the whole thing is going to come together nicely. Well guess what? it didn’t. My roots where coppery and the rest of my hair medium brown at best. So with a long face i dressed up and went to get the girls. Now no one said anything mean but I did. I told them it looks terrible.
So next day, unable to wait any longer I just got any box that I had, thanking God that being obsessed about things is sometimes useful, how else would I have all those boxes of different hair color available. So I got one, chestnut brown, now I have to admit it was not the ideal shade to fix the problem totally but at least it will dye the coppery roots, hopefully, and it was the holiday no one is open, so it had to do. So I left the girls with their father for 15 minutes and applied the color to roots only. Waited the advised time and then rinsed. While waiting I got so freaked out, as it started stinging and I had those images of my hair falling down. But none of that, it was fine, the color is a bit too red for my taste but it will have to do for now.
Two weeks later I applied a semi-permanent light brown color over it hoping to tone it down, it worked slightly.
Now 4 weeks later, I got a medium natural brown and applied it. And yes it feels like me again. Two things I learned: first I really prefer my dark locks and second you seriously have to listen to manufacturer and not people when it comes to application, one more thing the princess Leia technique is not necessary. So now I will do nothing for at least 5 weeks, if I felt like I need to recolor will remain within the same level. 5 is my color.
OK, once upon a time a had very nice hair color.... wait lets not get into this again. I felt I needed to color my hair. So I thought why not go lighter. So I bought this magic potion that supposedly would turn my dark brown hair into a light brown in one step. So here I ma at home having bought two boxes of the magical color, got rid of the babies (sent them to my mother’s home) and all alone at mine I started the process of coloring.
Now because I have long hair and very thick one at that I spent hours contemplating the process. It seemed to me that the simple apply to roots first technique and then length and mix is not enough. Oh wait this magic potion had a different technique, you are supposed to apply to the length first , wait 10 minutes and then apply to roots. wait a further 20 minutes and then rinse. So I decided to follow this only I thought I needed to divide my hair to 6 sections before application, and so I did. I laid plastic bags on the floor, got all my gear together, divided my hair, and taking each section alone I started the application. Now you can imagine how the above process was very time consuming and tiring, as I had to basically apply color twice to the same section. After I was done I grouped my hair in two sections rolled up above my ears- that is where princess Leia comes in.
After that, pretending to be calm and collected I sat at my laptop, trying to study. After the time was done, I thought it passed quickly, so I decided to wait 10 extra minutes. I mean what harm can this do. People always say that on dark hair color usually needs more time. After the extra 10 minutes, I went to rinse my hair. To my surprise I noticed that my roots turned coppery, but I remained calm, thinking once I rinse the whole thing is going to come together nicely. Well guess what? it didn’t. My roots where coppery and the rest of my hair medium brown at best. So with a long face i dressed up and went to get the girls. Now no one said anything mean but I did. I told them it looks terrible.
So next day, unable to wait any longer I just got any box that I had, thanking God that being obsessed about things is sometimes useful, how else would I have all those boxes of different hair color available. So I got one, chestnut brown, now I have to admit it was not the ideal shade to fix the problem totally but at least it will dye the coppery roots, hopefully, and it was the holiday no one is open, so it had to do. So I left the girls with their father for 15 minutes and applied the color to roots only. Waited the advised time and then rinsed. While waiting I got so freaked out, as it started stinging and I had those images of my hair falling down. But none of that, it was fine, the color is a bit too red for my taste but it will have to do for now.
Two weeks later I applied a semi-permanent light brown color over it hoping to tone it down, it worked slightly.
Now 4 weeks later, I got a medium natural brown and applied it. And yes it feels like me again. Two things I learned: first I really prefer my dark locks and second you seriously have to listen to manufacturer and not people when it comes to application, one more thing the princess Leia technique is not necessary. So now I will do nothing for at least 5 weeks, if I felt like I need to recolor will remain within the same level. 5 is my color.
Monday, January 16, 2006
Once Skin Now Hair...
Once skin now hair...
Let me first say this. I have become obsessed with hair coloring. I was before obsessed with skin care products, now it is hair products.
I have to admit that when it came to skin products I have almost tried every brand available at some point. I used to sit and make lists of future purchases of such products. This started in my teenage years when I had acne problems and was triggered to find solutions, and when I got rid of that problem I focused on maintenance and proper care for my then oily skin. As I grew older and my skin stabilized its needs changed. But to my relief (as I started getting worried that I will not be able to find an excuse to experiment with products any more) my skin turned out to be highly responsive to the environment, so I ended up using a routine for summer days and another for winter. Not to mention some other miscellaneous items that I bought because I just simply liked one thing or the other about them.
OK this was my skin history, now when it came to my hair it was a different story. I was very conservative, and my motto was “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” and as I mentioned before I had for the most part had long abundant hair with nice natural waves, nice color and I couldn’t be happier with it. My hair care routine was very basic, and hair care products were very minimal. Now it is a whole new story. Just last week I spent a fortune in the drugstore buying hair care products; three different types of shampoos (same brand but different function) with their respective conditioners or intensive treatments, my favorite anti-frizz serum, one extra intensive treatment pack, two different brands of hair color (I have to buy two boxes of each for my long hair) and one leave in conditioner.
I did however buy some skin care products, obsessing about my hair does not mean neglecting my skin, you know!! But when it comes to skin care now I just buy exactly what I need for now, no storage for future use. But hair color, I have now 8 boxes of hair color, different brands and different colors; I am now not even sure that I will end up using all of them. I discovered it is not that easy to change hair color without professional help and I don’t mean psychiatric!!! funny people....
Let me first say this. I have become obsessed with hair coloring. I was before obsessed with skin care products, now it is hair products.
I have to admit that when it came to skin products I have almost tried every brand available at some point. I used to sit and make lists of future purchases of such products. This started in my teenage years when I had acne problems and was triggered to find solutions, and when I got rid of that problem I focused on maintenance and proper care for my then oily skin. As I grew older and my skin stabilized its needs changed. But to my relief (as I started getting worried that I will not be able to find an excuse to experiment with products any more) my skin turned out to be highly responsive to the environment, so I ended up using a routine for summer days and another for winter. Not to mention some other miscellaneous items that I bought because I just simply liked one thing or the other about them.
OK this was my skin history, now when it came to my hair it was a different story. I was very conservative, and my motto was “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” and as I mentioned before I had for the most part had long abundant hair with nice natural waves, nice color and I couldn’t be happier with it. My hair care routine was very basic, and hair care products were very minimal. Now it is a whole new story. Just last week I spent a fortune in the drugstore buying hair care products; three different types of shampoos (same brand but different function) with their respective conditioners or intensive treatments, my favorite anti-frizz serum, one extra intensive treatment pack, two different brands of hair color (I have to buy two boxes of each for my long hair) and one leave in conditioner.
I did however buy some skin care products, obsessing about my hair does not mean neglecting my skin, you know!! But when it comes to skin care now I just buy exactly what I need for now, no storage for future use. But hair color, I have now 8 boxes of hair color, different brands and different colors; I am now not even sure that I will end up using all of them. I discovered it is not that easy to change hair color without professional help and I don’t mean psychiatric!!! funny people....
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Motherhood Bliss
Motherhood, what you hear, imagine, and the real thing...
Personally I was never one of those people who said that one of their life’s goals is to have children. Through all the stages in my life it was not one. I have friends who badly wanted children at the early age of 18; they were badly wanting children and dreaming of the day when this becomes real, and they can see their off springs run around. I was never like that, never. Don’t misunderstand me I did love children and still do. At a certain period of my life I considered becoming a kindergarten teacher, because I loved being around children so much. But having my own, sorry but I have never fantasized about that.
Nonetheless, here I am with baby girls, devoted the greatest part of my days to the service and maintenance of their lives. Do I enjoy being with my children? yes I do. Do I think it’s a life requirement? No I don’t. Or at least I think I don’t. You know with the year 2006 I am going to be 35 and that makes one start to wonder, but that is another issue.
When I had my first baby 2 and 4 months ago, a friend of mine asked how I felt about and I said “stupid”. If motherhood makes you feel anything, it is stupid. Here you are a reasonable adult, who spends life thinking what is fair to me and others, deciding who to love, who to take as friends and who to eliminate from your life based on their merits. Find yourself completely and utterly in love with this little creature that you brought in the world, who is unaware of anything most of all your love for it. Now how reasonable is that?!!!
I really hate the mythical approach people have to motherhood and parenthood and all that. The truth is we have no say in the matter. You have a child, if your normal, you love it unquestionably and totally. Is it roses and flowers and a wonderful dream, most certainly not? Its a nightmare. By day, you are running around catering for their needs (which is not such a bad way to spend your days, really), by night you are sleepless worried about them. What is so wonderful about that?!
I will tell you what. Its the smile. When you see their smiles and hear their laughter its then that the nightmare becomes the most wonderful of dreams.
So if someone asks would you recommend it. I would say who I am to recommend anything? But as experiences go its not a bad one at all. And I will tell you something, from all the jobs I had it is the one job that never felt insignificant nor hypocritical at any point.
Personally I was never one of those people who said that one of their life’s goals is to have children. Through all the stages in my life it was not one. I have friends who badly wanted children at the early age of 18; they were badly wanting children and dreaming of the day when this becomes real, and they can see their off springs run around. I was never like that, never. Don’t misunderstand me I did love children and still do. At a certain period of my life I considered becoming a kindergarten teacher, because I loved being around children so much. But having my own, sorry but I have never fantasized about that.
Nonetheless, here I am with baby girls, devoted the greatest part of my days to the service and maintenance of their lives. Do I enjoy being with my children? yes I do. Do I think it’s a life requirement? No I don’t. Or at least I think I don’t. You know with the year 2006 I am going to be 35 and that makes one start to wonder, but that is another issue.
When I had my first baby 2 and 4 months ago, a friend of mine asked how I felt about and I said “stupid”. If motherhood makes you feel anything, it is stupid. Here you are a reasonable adult, who spends life thinking what is fair to me and others, deciding who to love, who to take as friends and who to eliminate from your life based on their merits. Find yourself completely and utterly in love with this little creature that you brought in the world, who is unaware of anything most of all your love for it. Now how reasonable is that?!!!
I really hate the mythical approach people have to motherhood and parenthood and all that. The truth is we have no say in the matter. You have a child, if your normal, you love it unquestionably and totally. Is it roses and flowers and a wonderful dream, most certainly not? Its a nightmare. By day, you are running around catering for their needs (which is not such a bad way to spend your days, really), by night you are sleepless worried about them. What is so wonderful about that?!
I will tell you what. Its the smile. When you see their smiles and hear their laughter its then that the nightmare becomes the most wonderful of dreams.
So if someone asks would you recommend it. I would say who I am to recommend anything? But as experiences go its not a bad one at all. And I will tell you something, from all the jobs I had it is the one job that never felt insignificant nor hypocritical at any point.
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Procrastination!!! To do or not to do??
Long live procrastination!!!
I don’t know if this is a family disease or a result of being raised by a to do it now mother. But my sister and I seem to be from those people who’s brain only function when it absolutely has to. She is an undergraduate student and I am a postgraduate student, with a fourteen years age difference and still our approach to studying, and all must do things are nearly the same. We only get to them when there is no other choice except failing or losing and such.
So I am doing this distance learning course, which I committed my self to before quitting my job. Because I know me, I could become too adapt at staying home and doing nothing and then wake up one day and regret it. So I registered and started on the course before leaving my job. I do enjoy it and think it was good thinking on my part to do that. But when it comes to the assignments I am just such a bad person.
I am on my third semester now, and for all last three, at the beginning I sit down with my computer and plan carefully the topic around the semester, marking everything on my calendar, This semester was no exception. After being stuck writing a 2000 word report in four days last semester, I decided that this one will be different, the stress with two babies to care for was too much. So there I sat again with my laptop scheduling last September. Only to find myself a month after doing the same thing all over again. You see, the Uni had problems with their VC at the start of the semester, by the time they fixed my husband’s family started arriving (they live in another city) for Ramadan and Eid. And here you go 4 weeks went by being busy with all those family events.
With people like me, procrastinators that is, everything can set us off track, and we do tend to take extra long to get back on it. I have noticed this pattern with me, with my sister and with a friend.
Now I don’t know if someone out there has actually studied patterns of behavior associated with people like us, if so please help!!! if not please do!!! Any therapist or a psychiatrist please help!!!
As for me, well I am trying to work on it. I can see some improvement but not much. The thought of me slaving for endless hours one day to catch on what I have to do is a thought I keep running in my mind to try and motivate me. So from now on: Down with procrastination!!!
I don’t know if this is a family disease or a result of being raised by a to do it now mother. But my sister and I seem to be from those people who’s brain only function when it absolutely has to. She is an undergraduate student and I am a postgraduate student, with a fourteen years age difference and still our approach to studying, and all must do things are nearly the same. We only get to them when there is no other choice except failing or losing and such.
So I am doing this distance learning course, which I committed my self to before quitting my job. Because I know me, I could become too adapt at staying home and doing nothing and then wake up one day and regret it. So I registered and started on the course before leaving my job. I do enjoy it and think it was good thinking on my part to do that. But when it comes to the assignments I am just such a bad person.
I am on my third semester now, and for all last three, at the beginning I sit down with my computer and plan carefully the topic around the semester, marking everything on my calendar, This semester was no exception. After being stuck writing a 2000 word report in four days last semester, I decided that this one will be different, the stress with two babies to care for was too much. So there I sat again with my laptop scheduling last September. Only to find myself a month after doing the same thing all over again. You see, the Uni had problems with their VC at the start of the semester, by the time they fixed my husband’s family started arriving (they live in another city) for Ramadan and Eid. And here you go 4 weeks went by being busy with all those family events.
With people like me, procrastinators that is, everything can set us off track, and we do tend to take extra long to get back on it. I have noticed this pattern with me, with my sister and with a friend.
Now I don’t know if someone out there has actually studied patterns of behavior associated with people like us, if so please help!!! if not please do!!! Any therapist or a psychiatrist please help!!!
As for me, well I am trying to work on it. I can see some improvement but not much. The thought of me slaving for endless hours one day to catch on what I have to do is a thought I keep running in my mind to try and motivate me. So from now on: Down with procrastination!!!
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
A Successful Paint Job
I can definitely say :” My bathroom had a successful paint job”
OK, here is the thing. I am thirty something (34, to be precise) year old woman. I used to have a lovely dark chestnut brown hair color that I was always so proud of, proud of my hair and of its color. And I have for the most part of my life had long (waist length or longer) hair. The not so most part was during my teenage years, when it feels essential for one to try all sorts of styles; and I was a teenager in the eighties, so you can imagine!!! And recently during my pregnancy. OK wait a minute, let us not start on pregnancy, because this is a whole other issue, all you need to know for now is the part concerning my hair. To put it shortly and clearly, my hair during those months tend to act weird, getting darker, frizzier and thicker. Add to it the moods and other hormonal factors which eventually lead to me cutting my hair like, I don’t know how many times (Last pregnancy about 3 times). Now this number is very often for me, who usually has a trim every let us say 2 years. Yeah I know I told I have great hair.
So back to the point. Once upon a time, my hair was totally lovely. Recently I have noticed it lost its natural shine and lustrousness (is this a word?) I have been very unhappy with it and did not know what to do??? Till finally I realised maybe it is time for me to start colouring my hair. Something that I have never done before, not even in the weird teenage years. And then I started thinking I am actually having some gray hairs as well, so here you go more proof that the time has come. So being the modern woman that I am?? I went on an extensive internet search collecting information on the right brands and the right colors and the right methods, and I can assure you I became - in theory- an expert on hair color, with better knowledge than women who have been coloring their hair for decades, in theory that is.
So far I have colored my hair three times. All using non to semi-permanent hair coloring technologies!!! The first time I had a friend do it for me, god bless her soul, she offered to help and I accepted. The process was neat and I did not suffer much specially that she handled the rinsing bit as well. The second time however, I did it me self, I took the kit, and my tow children to my parents house, where someone can look after the children while I paint... Now this time it was not so pleasant, the applying part was ok but the rinsing was tiring. The third time, though I used a fairly very easy kit. The process was interrupted because there was no one to attend for the girls, so I had to run back and forth from the barroom. And when it got to the rinsing I spent a whole hour doing that do you believe a whole uninterrupted hour. I don’t know whether it was the choice of color (black) or what but a whole hour come one. And at the end it was not even black it was kind of reddish brownish black. So here you go in theory only. However while I was rinsing my long hair (almost waist length) I managed to spot the bathroom and now my bathroom walls have large purple stains all over and the shower curtain got a lovely pink tone. So maybe the coloring job was not so bad after all.
OK, here is the thing. I am thirty something (34, to be precise) year old woman. I used to have a lovely dark chestnut brown hair color that I was always so proud of, proud of my hair and of its color. And I have for the most part of my life had long (waist length or longer) hair. The not so most part was during my teenage years, when it feels essential for one to try all sorts of styles; and I was a teenager in the eighties, so you can imagine!!! And recently during my pregnancy. OK wait a minute, let us not start on pregnancy, because this is a whole other issue, all you need to know for now is the part concerning my hair. To put it shortly and clearly, my hair during those months tend to act weird, getting darker, frizzier and thicker. Add to it the moods and other hormonal factors which eventually lead to me cutting my hair like, I don’t know how many times (Last pregnancy about 3 times). Now this number is very often for me, who usually has a trim every let us say 2 years. Yeah I know I told I have great hair.
So back to the point. Once upon a time, my hair was totally lovely. Recently I have noticed it lost its natural shine and lustrousness (is this a word?) I have been very unhappy with it and did not know what to do??? Till finally I realised maybe it is time for me to start colouring my hair. Something that I have never done before, not even in the weird teenage years. And then I started thinking I am actually having some gray hairs as well, so here you go more proof that the time has come. So being the modern woman that I am?? I went on an extensive internet search collecting information on the right brands and the right colors and the right methods, and I can assure you I became - in theory- an expert on hair color, with better knowledge than women who have been coloring their hair for decades, in theory that is.
So far I have colored my hair three times. All using non to semi-permanent hair coloring technologies!!! The first time I had a friend do it for me, god bless her soul, she offered to help and I accepted. The process was neat and I did not suffer much specially that she handled the rinsing bit as well. The second time however, I did it me self, I took the kit, and my tow children to my parents house, where someone can look after the children while I paint... Now this time it was not so pleasant, the applying part was ok but the rinsing was tiring. The third time, though I used a fairly very easy kit. The process was interrupted because there was no one to attend for the girls, so I had to run back and forth from the barroom. And when it got to the rinsing I spent a whole hour doing that do you believe a whole uninterrupted hour. I don’t know whether it was the choice of color (black) or what but a whole hour come one. And at the end it was not even black it was kind of reddish brownish black. So here you go in theory only. However while I was rinsing my long hair (almost waist length) I managed to spot the bathroom and now my bathroom walls have large purple stains all over and the shower curtain got a lovely pink tone. So maybe the coloring job was not so bad after all.
Monday, November 28, 2005
Oh God, the baby is at it again!!!
This may not be the most agareeable start for this blog, but this is life as a relatively new mother. I plan one thing and the children see otherwise.
So I am the proud?! mother of two lovely(certainly) girls, 2 and 7 monts old. So you can understand who runs the show around the house. Everynight I used to go to bed with a one, two, three, etc... steps of the next day planned both in my head and in my FiloFax(or some other equally beautiful brand). But since I became a mother, I just go to bed!! that is if I am lucky.
If I am very fortunate, I manage to get some sleep while I am there!!!
So, today again my little angle (the 7 months old) was in one of her bad moods. So reading is out of the question, watching TV maybe, but can hardly hear anything, in case such as this whether your mothering instincts tell you to care for the child or not, you really have no option but to do so. I mean what else can you manage to do if some one is screeming their head off, the only thing you can do is to fulfill whatever it is they need. Or walk out the door, but I think as a loving mother, that is not an option. So here I am stuck again, at the mercy of my little angle. Which after a while it becomes two angles since the elder, not wanting to be left out of all the attention, decides to participate in the activities by becoming more demanding!!! But what can yo do, they are little, right? helpless little creatures that depend on you for the simplest things in life.
Days like this, the new policy I am adopting is to chill. So they need constant attention, care and so on, OK give it and be done. Play some music in your head, imagine that you are dancing, take it easy, Someone has to be the grown up around here and I guess it has to be me!!! And you know what you can turn everything into a game that everyone enjoys even the little angles.
And after all, they can't stay up forever. Sleep comes for us all. And hopefully I'll manage to get some today.
So I am the proud?! mother of two lovely(certainly) girls, 2 and 7 monts old. So you can understand who runs the show around the house. Everynight I used to go to bed with a one, two, three, etc... steps of the next day planned both in my head and in my FiloFax(or some other equally beautiful brand). But since I became a mother, I just go to bed!! that is if I am lucky.
If I am very fortunate, I manage to get some sleep while I am there!!!
So, today again my little angle (the 7 months old) was in one of her bad moods. So reading is out of the question, watching TV maybe, but can hardly hear anything, in case such as this whether your mothering instincts tell you to care for the child or not, you really have no option but to do so. I mean what else can you manage to do if some one is screeming their head off, the only thing you can do is to fulfill whatever it is they need. Or walk out the door, but I think as a loving mother, that is not an option. So here I am stuck again, at the mercy of my little angle. Which after a while it becomes two angles since the elder, not wanting to be left out of all the attention, decides to participate in the activities by becoming more demanding!!! But what can yo do, they are little, right? helpless little creatures that depend on you for the simplest things in life.
Days like this, the new policy I am adopting is to chill. So they need constant attention, care and so on, OK give it and be done. Play some music in your head, imagine that you are dancing, take it easy, Someone has to be the grown up around here and I guess it has to be me!!! And you know what you can turn everything into a game that everyone enjoys even the little angles.
And after all, they can't stay up forever. Sleep comes for us all. And hopefully I'll manage to get some today.
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