There's always such a morning rush to get out of the house and get Aixah to the sitter's and then get myself into the office. Of course, any 6AMer, or anyone with a 9 to 5 job would be appalled at my morning habits.
My alarm clock goes off at 7:30...every morning...I proceed to hit the snooze button until 8:30, some times 8:45. I get up, tip toe out the room so as not to wake up Miss Foo Foo and go to the bathroom and brush my teeth. This may depend, some times I brush my teeth in the shower to save some time. In between brushing my teeth and showering I turn on the computer. I go back to the bathroom and do my make-up. I can get dressed in 10 minutes but my make-up takes at least 15 minutes, usually more like 20, although Victor will say that it takes me 45 minutes, he lies.
Just when I'm almost done getting ready I start to wake up Victor, *disclaimer, some times he's already up. Usually Aixah gets up before Victor does which is a huge pain because she starts demanding stuff right away. She wants her diaper changed asap. She wants milk. She wants to be let out of the crib. She wants to watch cartoons. It's just a bit exhausting.
Once Victor wakes up he takes ownership of the bathroom. It is totally OK for him to be in the bathroom when I am showering or using the potty but it is NOT OK for me to be in the bathroom when he is getting ready in the mornings. Which is why if we ever leave our apt. we would need two bathrooms for sure (and a walk-in closet ;).
Anyway, today I took car service to the sitter's because I just couldn't wait around for Victor to come out of his 20 min shower when it was already 9 o'clock and when I should be at work by 10. So off I go with Aixah kicking and screaming, literally.
Aixah looked absolutely ridiculous. First off, she was wearing rain boots. This was my fault. It looked grey and dismal in our apt. so I assumed that it was raining. However, when we stepped outside their was not a gray cloud in the sky. She also had her Dora umbrella. She had Gap jeans, low-risers that revealed her Huggies diapers and a Victor-made belt from one of his old ties. Poor thing.
So the car service was already outside and I'm rushing to put everything into the van and Aixah is completely strolling and taking her sweet time and then to make me look like a bad mother because I'm rushing her she falls off the first step of the lobby right in front of all the old ladies that absolutely adore her. So I walk over to her rather quickly in an attempt to console her. This is all for show because I know she's completely OK. (I'm not one to suffocate their kid and to rush over to them every time they nick themselves. Sorry.) Then I shove her into the van and we are finally on our way.
Once we get to the sitter's she doesn't want to walk into the building. Give me a break. We do this every day for the past two-years. Just walk through the door so that I can get my butt to work. So again I shove her through the sitter's apt. and run back to the van (I take it over to the train station) and when I look Aixah is giving me such a sad face that it absolutely breaks my heart. I'm only leaving her for a few hours but by the look on her face you would think that I had abandoned her on the door step.
The look was something like this:
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