Today…. sometime in the afternoon, I was feeling so low and depressed.
It was after lunch actually.
I do not know why.
I just do not feel what I have been doing to myself for self-care is enough.
Or the fact that I have been too lazy to update this blog that is, ha!
Anyway….. I was playing on social media in my bedroom while I let him play with his food and watching cbeebies tv when he suddenly enters the bedroom and kiss me on my face, that is when I smelled something smelly.
“Sayang Muhammad, did you poop?” I ask him.
The two year old boy just laugh at me and kiss me again.
“Haiyah…. I am feeling ever so lazy to wash u larrr…. Later la I wash u!” so I continued playing on social media and took a short one-hour nap.
I mean I dont know……. After one hour of napping I felt guilty for not washing up my two year old son’s poop so I quickly called him to do the washing. He was ever so happy smiling away when he saw me getting out of bed.
Afterwards I invited him to go to the kitchen to do some baking and cooking.
Yes, we did some baking.
We make chocolate cake becoz my son have been asking for ‘cake’ during these past few days, holding the cupcake papers in the box. He even helped with placing the cupcake papers and putting on the sprinkles.
Alhamdulillah Praise to Allah for my terrific two year old son helping me. As I also boiled some fettucine pasta to make fried fettucine or fettucine goreng for tomorrow as well as cooked one pot of rice for dinner.
Later at late afternoon as I made quite a lot of those chocolate cake, I decided to send some over to my neighbour on the sixth floor. She is a Pharmacist and have a son same age as my son. As in saying they were born on the same year, 2015.
I always feel so happy when I see her becoz at least that I have a friend to talk to and all I would be doing is always talking talking talking…. I hope she finds my company pleasureable, listening to my stories and everything else.
So like anyway, I got home after one hour there……. shower, prayed maghrib berjemaah with Mr Hubby until my son wants some of my breastmilk that I had to fed him….. to sleep. Yup. He falls asleep.
On my lap