RRRRRiiiiinnnngggg!!!
Five in the morning. Off goes the alarm clock. Have to get up, fix breakfast, iron out the uniform my 5 year old kid needs, and check his bag for the books he needs today.
Check the fridge, and take out the eggs and hotdogs. Need to cook more rice. I have 2 growing boys! Put on the stove and let the cooking oil heat up a little. Where is the frying pan? Ok, ok, I remember where it is. Have to set the coffee maker brewing already.
LJ likes to have iced coffee this morning. Whatttt? No more cold milk in the fridge? I scamper the cupboard to find nothing. I'll have to use his milk powder instead. No creamer till he's bigger. I fry the eggs in the already hot pan. The cooking oil sizzles and that keeps we awake. While I'm at it, I ready the ironing board and flatten out one sleeve. In a few seconds, out comes the egg, and I put the hotdogs.
The uniform is done, so I set the table for three. I already put sugar and creamer on two large mugs (for me and hubby), then look for the ketchup. Oh no! No KETCHUP!!! How will we eat the hotdog without the ketchup? Have to list that in my grocery list, if I can find a pen and paper to scribble it down.
By then it's almost near six. Hubby starts to yawn and open his eyes. He doesn't completely stand yet, so I check on my boy's shoes and shine those a bit. The little puppy is tugging at my feet, signaling that it wants to play outside. I open the door to leave me in peace for a while. And then I remembered.... no rice yet!
So again, I wash the rice and lit the rice cooker. I check what else I need to work on. My boy wakes up and suddenly remembers that they have a project in school that they will need to bring today. He needs Oslo paper - check. Crayons? Check. Glue? We have it! But construction paper? What is that? We never used that kind of paper in my youth? What do you need that for?
"Mom, this is a hard paper we use for paper folding," my son explains. So I said ok. But where on earth do I find this paper, at 6am? When your dad wakes up, I said.
I rush my kid to the bathroom to give him a bath. Hubby wakes up by then and tells me that he needs to wear his favorite blue shirt and black slacks. I tell him he has other blue shirts that he can wear, but he explains, "Not today. I have to wear this particular shirt." So after giving my boy a bath, dressing him up, and combing his hair, I proceed to look for the crinkled blue shirt that hubby needs to wear today. Good thing the maid folded everything in the basket just before she took her vacation.
As hubby takes his bath, son watches the tv and I set the meal on the table. The coffee's brimming hot. I give on last minute pointers to my kid for his quiz in the afternoon.
After a few minutes, hubby emerges from the bathroom, realizes I am still in my house clothes and asks, "Why aren't you dressed yet?"
AAAAHHHHHHH! I fixed breakfast, ironed clothes twice, fixed everything, and now you're asking me THAT? The nerve!!!
I want my yaya back!
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