A Typical Saturday

It's 0700 hours in the morning and I hear little voice calling out to me. "Mummy, mummy, shee shee, ....." Groggily I get up from my sleep to find Jonathan sitting on his bed calling out to me. He had wet his bed. "Geez, I didn't get up to change his diapers in the middle of the night", I thought to myself.

I got up, cleaned him and removed the bedsheet and quilt cover. By then he was fully awake and didn't show any signs of sleepiness. I gave him some milk, secretly hoping that he will go back to sleep again. "Jon, finish your milk and go sleep okay?". "No" he answered back, pointing at the window where he could see daybreak. Okay, time for mummy to get up.

I lasted until 8:30am when daddy woke up. I passed the baton to him as I was dead tired and needed more sleep. Justin was still sleeping soundly in bed.

At around 9:30 am, I hear noises from a distance. Am I in a dream? Then more noises and stamping of feet outside the corridor,

BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG .........

........ BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG


Yawn! That must be Jonathan. The floors at our new place is made of parquet and he has a tendency to run around stamping his feet.

Time for mummy to wake up.