List-omania

i was looking forward to this saturday. finally, i get to rest. last week was a working weekend, and the past week seemed to pass so slow. even though i had the monday off, it was pretty hectic running around getting my IC and the passports done. so, to have a relaxing saturday was a welcome. hubby had to work, he would be away the whole day and coming back really late. so it was just me and the little terror.

and terrorised, he did! my sis took him out the whole day and he missed his naps. i thought he'd be quiet and would spend today catching up on his missed sleep...i thought wrong. he was awake by 7.30am (hubby contributed to that - although he said, amir was already awake...yeah right!!). we sent hubby to work and had breakfast. he slept on the way back. yes...indication of tiredness, i presume. once we stepped into the house, he was back to his active self. taking out the broom while i aired out the laundry. then running here and there while i washed the bathroom, picking up the toothbrush, toothpaste, shower gel. he kept saying "nak...nak" pointing at the fridge. i know that's him saying he wants some biscuits. i think he ate around 8 pieces plus half a roti canai and a box of milo. as i was about to give him a bath, i saw a trail of ants on his bedsheet. alamak...he must have eaten the biscuits on his mattress. kena tukar lah pulak. nasib baik got extra sheets.

after bathing amir & taking a shower, i started feeling sleepy. great...mamat's still wide awake and hyperly-active. how am i going to sleep. well, it didnt take much. i was asleep within 5 minutes. kept hearing bangings and knockings but i just couldnt get up. until i felt something knocking my head. turned around...there's my little baby with his cheeky smile, hitting me on the head with a bottle of calamine lotion.

i switched off the telly, switched off the fan, took the bottle from him (afterwhich started a loud wail from him) and took him to his room. left him in front of his toy boxes while i jumped onto the bed. if he doesnt want to sleep, that's his business. mummy's tired. he'll sleep eventually. after about half an hour (i remember switching off the telly during rolie olie polie - it was 2pm when i woke up) i realised my baby was sleeping standing up. his head was near my legs, on the bed, but his legs was on the floor. his tumbler of milk was in his hands (side note - he's now only taking a bottle of milk during day time. slightly later than my plan to stop his milk at 18 months.) picked him up and laid him beside me. alamak...now i cant sleep. after 10 minutes, i got up and surfed the net.

excited about the upcoming trip, i checked out what we could do (even though i think its a really short trip - went twice as long for my honeymoon and we still didnt manage to do a few things). emailed my sister so that she could do up the itinerary. this is when i obsession with lists starts to kick in. i made a list of "things to do", "things to bring", "things to see", "things to buy" and "what to wear on which day". that's the most absurb list i've ever made but hey i was alone at home, this is my way of relaxing. had more than 3 hours to myself, surfing and 'list'ing.

its 5.30 now...i've 'list'ed myself out. think i'll go wake up the sleeping beauty and take him out for a late lunch/early dinner and maybe to the park.