I need to write these down, and am already imagining the days in the future when PP is sitting in his college dorm room having a casual conversation with his friends about their childhoods. Hopefully he will mention the jokes that he came up at age five.
1. What do you call the sticky color blue?
2. Where do boats get their food?
At the grocery shore!
We have been working on rhymes and clearly he thinks hard about the use of it in joke-making. I don’t know if these are considered as original, but he puts lots of effort into it.
It’s almost 1:30 in the morning and I still am struggling to sleep. My body is exhausted from running after the boys all day, but my head insists that I can’t shut my eyes just yet. Next to me, Mr. O is snoring in his beautiful slumber, which seems elusive to me.
Insomnia is a weirdo.
But O has a flex Friday tomorrow so I am not too worried about taking care of the boys. O can take over the parental shift and to provide quality entertainment and activities for them. I even asked O for a day off and he approves. He insisted that I should have some alone time away from madness of three dependent men. They are really dependent, particularly the 45-year old one.
Earlier in the evening I told PP about having some “me time” to myself and he asked, why don’t you just lock yourself in the bathroom all day?
I laughed so much at his question/reaction. Usually when they drive me beyond bonkers at home, the bathroom is my refuge. I told them, Mommy needs five minutes away from you guys to find some peace or else I go crazy. Then I locked the door and just sit at the corner where the window opens to the sunlight. I found my zen moment that way. Sometimes Peanut would follow and bang on the door, wailing about wanting me to come out. PP would drag him away, saying, Khalam, come here, Mommy needs her alone time. Do you want Mommy to go crazy?
I guess I look very scary when I raised my voice at them. Sometimes what kids can remember and recall make me realize that I need to work on myself as much as I work on teaching them about discipline. It goes both ways. But truth to be told, raising kids is probably the hardest job ever!