a bigger closet
I woke up late yesterday morning. As in 6:25 am. Which, in our home, is basically equivalent to noon.
For a change I felt rested but I feared what the day had in store for me. Because if I don’t hit the gym, figure out what I’m going to wear, catch up on work emails, make Maya’s lunch, and take a shower by 6:30 am? I’m pretty much in trouble for the rest of the day.
So there I was, brushing my teeth like a mad person when I heard it: knock…knock…
Me: “Maya, Mama needs a few minutes. Can you give her a few minutes?”
Maya: “Um. Okay.”
But then 3 1/2 minutes later: knock…knock…
Okay, so I should give her points for knocking. But all I could think was, “For the love of God! Can I not have 5 minutes to myself at 6:30 in the morning?”
Me: “I thought I asked you for 5 minutes? What do you need? Is it important?”
Maya: “Well I want to know if I can have a bigger closet because my dresses are all bunched together on one side and there’s no room for anything. You and dad have big closets. Actually you have two closets. So why can’t I have another one too?”
Seriously? First of all, why does my 7-year-old think she deserves a larger closet? Secondly, why does she have so many dresses? Thirdly, why are we talking about this at the crack of dawn? Fourthly and fifthly? @#$@. And @#$@.
So where was Ali in the midst of all of this? He was eating a leisurely breakfast of tea and oatmeal and was surfing the Internet on the iPad. Without a care in the world.