Today

Heeeyyy

Hope you had a happy Easter. I know I did.

My beste N was in town with her three kids and what fun. I had a good Easter. N is the beste I made later in life. I met her when I moved to England and our friendship grew. So many years later we are still friends. When we first met we were both newly weds now we are both mothers to three and two children respectively. I had not seen her in 5 years, but we talk on the phone alot so at the airport, seeing her was like having last seen her the saturday before.

So to all you thinking that you have enough friends you need not open up to more.. here is me telling you, you never know. I am always open to meeting and making new friends. A toast to good friends and lasting friendship.

Moving on.

Osama is dead.

The pope is dead (ok.. that I am not too sure about.. I was reading the subtitles on the News yestersday while attending to the kids.. but it did look like they said the pope was dead… ok.. ok.. I will google that later)

The prince married his commoner

and

Mrembo is sitting in a cold living room missing her husband terribly to the point of anger.

One thing is clear. I am in Denmark because I love a man. That is the only reason. Honest to God. Not because I thought my fortune would be made in the West. Never.. by the way that is the truth. I never dreamed of immigrating. I did dream of visiting and holidaying.. but never making this home. Now my hubby is on the other side of the ocean I cannot help but think “what the fuck you doing her Mrembo.. to start off.. the place is cold”

I am bitching about the weather because last week, the whole time N was here we had degrees up in the 20s right now it is zero degrees.. how??

By the way.. April 11th came and went without much ado. What’s so special about that date. Exactly 5 years to that date I relocated to the land of Danish pastry, marzipan and  cow manure. Seriously. The pastry is too sweet for my palate, the marzipan is not to my liking and tis the season for spreading animal manure and it stinks

The plan was to write something on that date, it came and went.

In toasting to my five years here. I will list five things I like about Denmark (keeping it positive folks)

• Daycare system.
• ummm
• ummm
• lol..this is hard.. I am trying to think outside the box.. I could list the usual, realiable transport, free medical care, safe or safer than lots of place in the world..reliable infrastructure and amenities stuff like that.. but that’s boring and I have said that before and I am sure most people living in Western countries would list these things. I am trying to find things that are particularly Danish that I like.
• Can I get back to you on this. I truly failing to find something..
• Oh wait.. the royal family.. yeah.. Denmark has turned me into a royalist. I like Princess Mary. Not that I am an avid follower.. Royalty has been on the news this month. Our… yes I said our. .. si my husband is Danish..therefore me having left and cleft or cleaved to my husband, us being one flesh, his being mine I can claim the Royal House of Denmark.. ama. God that was a mouthful. So like I was saying.. OUR crown Prince baptised thier twins.. Then Prince William married Catherine. No I did not sit and watch.. but today I did watch the highlights and I gotta say.. even me I want to get married in that church. When the Arch Bishop was reading the vows I SWEAR I got tears in my eyes. When you have been married long.. those vows have been put to the test and you know what they mean, you truly do.. so it did touch me cause I was reminded I do love Babawatoto. I truly really do and love is a beautiful thing.

That was my five things

Since I am on a wedding theme you will be the first to know I am thinking of buying a wedding gown. Yes I am. Why.. I never got married in one. Infact we did not do the church thing.. and watching the wedding highlights got me teary eyed and I want a gown and party and people to cheer for me like that. Hubby says I am a sucker for tv ads and influence. Raising my hand in the air.

Seriously, when KK starts Daycare I am going wedding dress hunting.. anybody wanna join.

I told hubby in event we do renew our vows all guest must adhere to the following dress code. No black, brown or grey shoes, clothes or hats. All female guest must wear a hat and all male guest must have a bow tie and jacket. No white, blue, black or brown shirts for men.  Shirts do count as clothing no.. part of me wants to wait till KK is old enough to walk down the aile.. so I can have my favourite son and daughter as part of the wedding.. I am getting teary eyed cause that’s such a lovely picture in my mind. Nikh in a nice suit and KK is a flower girl’s dress.. oh bless.

 That is that from Mrembo’s ville.

Take care good people and be blessed.

Oh and before I go, two things. How do I get back on Kenyan webring aggregator? Two: Did you get an email for chicamod website.. what do you think? I have been by.. looked around a bit.. and kinda got confused on who and what they are trying to be. News portal, entertainment.. ama.. one in all portal for East Africa. I needed to be more specific for me to keep coming back.. My thing right now is all things mothering. So that would be a nice addition to keep me coming back.

Know this. This post is coming to you at 10.38pm. I have read it through as best and corrected what I have seen. All typos are my fault.

In Threes

Big yawn that is how tired I am right now and it is only 17:01. 3 more hours before I put the kids down then it’s party time for yours truly.

How goes it with me? Where do I start.

Babawatoto has been away for the past three weeks and boy am I feeling it. I miss him like crazy. Apart from missing him because he is my beloved. I miss his help around the house too. Yesu! Hats off to all the single mothers holding it down SERIOUSLY!

Cannot wait for him to get home. I have decided that this kind of seperation is not happening again. PERIOD. YES I HAVE DECIDED. I don’t care what or what.. it ain’t happening again. Max he will be allowed to be away from home is 5 days.

Since he has been away guess what happened.

First the boiler… a very important machine in any house in Europe (it provides  heating  during the winter months) broke down. The repair guy has been out here not once but TWICE. Then.. in the middle of the night when I was sleeping.. I shifted and the bed begun to break.. yes.. begun to fall apart. So at around 10:30pm I was under the bed with a rope and broom trying to fix it. I found out that at the time of the night is when both kids are in their deepest sleep. They slept through all the noise involved with banging and pulling a bed back into shape. You just keep wondering what kind of bed I have that gets fixed with a broom and skipping rope. Keep in mind that I cannot lift it on my own.

After the bed came the car.. yes the car broke down. There I was driving it last week friday with the kids and message came up that it was overheating. Yesterday after ringing around and finally going to the local mechanic man.. I am told that it has something to do either with the water circulation or ventilation in the cooling system. It will cost an arm and a leg and I am better off taking it back to the dealer we bought it from cause some stuff can be covered by the warranty or factory whatever. In essence the car is grounded until 27th.. which is the next available appointment. Here we go Easter bila transport and my friend and her three kids are coming over for a week’s visit.

Through it all am cool like that. (ok not entirely true.. Wednesday night I was talking to baba watoto and went off on a rant which involved a few tears and irrationality… then I felt guilty after he comforted me.. cause he was not doing so hot himself)  I am not even moved. So we will just have to use public means or I hire a car for at least 2 days which involves me sitting and looking at the budget.

That’s the bad stuff.

On to the Good.

KK is crawling on all fours. Yippee. Girlfriend turned 8 months a few days ago  so she crawled before 8 months. My girl is fly like that. the other day I had her hair in six matutas (plaits) and I think she looked so divine. I had bought some baby hair bands to keep them in place.. but they fell off and her hair unraveled.. nonetheless I was so pleased. She looked so grown and cute. That said you should see the baby girl summer dresses in H&M. Oh… my.. God. I wanted to go crazy in there. The most delightful cute things. The boy’s section is not slagging either.

Between you and me I must have been  really loaded in a previous life cause why do I keep being drawn to all these things I want and cannot get .. eh.. where does that want come from; left over memories from the other life??

17:58

KK was fussing so she got a bath. Seems like she is a tad constipated. The bath has relaxed her a bit.

I have completely lost the flow of the post.. so I’m stopping here.

have a good day/evening. I have to go cook something for supper. I am thinking something like pasta.. something, .. pasta..

Nikh is going at the tub of ice cream.. so I really need to go

later

Keeping it real

In my post “Challenges of the marital kind” I said that I had accepted being number whatever on my husband’s list.

I think it is only fair that I come back and say how it stands now.

That did not work for me. Sorry it did not.

So we talked again and I said, I need to be high on that list as in number 1.

We talked, we talked some more. We said stuff. We got angry, we got hurt, we talked.

We worked it out

We are happy

End of story

PS: it’s 11:06am. I have not yet showered. Hardly slept. KK has a killer cold/flu. She did not sleep a wink. She is calling. Today I am off all housework duties. KK is my only focus

See ya

Things and Stuff

This post is influenced by two bloggers. The last piece by Bikozulu  which I thought was just fabulous and this post by Rae Lewis Thorton. To me the red thread is stuff.. things.

Stuff and things which I felt I do not have. Biko’s piece got me thinking about stuff I am attached to.  Funny enough mine is not things that I can physically carry around with me. Nah, its big stuff and little stuff that have a place in my house. The three things that I am totally attached to, which leaves my husband puzzled are:

• My little clock in the kitchen. I bought it when I first moved to England in 2001. A little cheap black bedside clock with a white face. Nothing fancy. Somehow it worked it’s way into my heart and has moved with me from my different abodes to this one where I am. Last month while reaching for something behind it, it dropped to the floor and stopped working. I have not thrown it out yet.. I am working my way to that.
• My  two seater yellow sofa. It was at one point the most expensive thing I had ever owned. We paid £400 for it after we had been through 2 cheaper sofas which with time had broken. We bought it around 2004/2005. In the six/seven years we have owned it, it is now dirty and in need of new upholstrey. Doing that will cost more than we paid. Babawatoto wants to let it go. I told him to TRY getting rid of it. Apart from being upholstered, it is in mint condition. It currently sits in the study awaiting a new life.
• My books. I have over 250 books and since they went digital that list is growing.
• 3 pairs of earrings. That makes it to six things. That said I am thinking of getting second set of ear piercings.

And that’s that. My things of attachement

Ms Thorton’s blog post ties in like this. After reading it I was wondering, if need ever be and I need to raise cash what of my stuff can I liquidate.

Nothing. Absolutely NOTHING. Yani I own nothing of value that I can quickly liquidate. I did not know whether to feel sad or happy. What did that say about me. Here I am 34 years old and I own nothing apart from my house. The other day Babawatoto’s folks were visiting and Babawatoto was mentioning that we may have to get buglar alarms which would be managed by some security firms (this was in relation to some rumour about us being away for sometime). So dad-in-law asks what of value was in the house and we both laughed saying that a thief would be so pissed if they came into our house cause if we were away, we would have our laptops with us and there would only be the TV to carry away and that is that.. really!

I am still pondering my stuff situation.

Stuff means money. Good stuff of the valuable kind. Money is something that is not in top supply here.

Talking about money.. yeah.. I have had money on my mind.

Was reading Suze Orman’s latest advice column in the Oprah magazine. She says one should have up to 8 months income in your savings account before you start saving for anything else like college fund for kids etc. I worked that out and wanted to laugh. 8 months. I pondered it. I accepted a truth. I am spending beyond my means.  Just because I have no consumer debt does not mean squat. My savings stopped growing sometime back and so far we have almost depleted it. I need to get back on track. 8 months worth of my salary is loads and loads of money. I am up to the challenge.

I have to start living within our means we have to. By the way her coloumn this month is on point.

Do you see it. The clash. I gotta build up my savings and I gotta get me some investment stuff (that I can enjoy).

Why does it have to be so simple and complicated.

 

Smiley Stuff

Those that put a smile on my heart

Early March 2011: My babies

Any parent will tell you: Babies, children, your grown ass children, they bring out the best and the worst in you. These two are mine. Sometimes I have moments when I look at the two of them and I am filled with awe that they are mine to nurture, love and protect until that day they are grown enough to say “Sayonara mama.. I’m going out into the world”. There are days I look forward to that day cause they have taxed me to the very end of my tether. Thankfully those days are far and in between. Most every day I thank God for them that they are in my life.  To me they are the best part of my life and I pray daily (no lie here) that they grow to be watu wa maana (people/adults of worth)

Fridge Magnets:  I never plan to buy them. I may have gone grocery shopping and find that they are on sale and will pick a few. It tickles hubby everytime I come home with some. The newest addition are the cupcake ones.  When Babawatoto saw them he was like.. “oh.. so why, it not like we need more.” My response. “they are cute and cheap”

Things I want

One day they will be mine in 18K

I have decided that I need to start collecting something/whatever of value that I enjoy and that I can also deem as an investment. I like earrings. Really I do. I don’t have any precious ones, but I do have about 4 pairs that are priceless to me due to thier sentimental value. On the market, I would get nothing for them.. still I love them. I want to start with those hoops, cause I can have them on as every day hoops in 18K. I see no point in buying gold and buying less than 16k.. seriously.. as in .. why?

Yes a sufuria (saucepan)

Royal Copenhagen procelain

So a sufuria and a teacup. First not just any sufu or teacup. Since I am doing lots of cooking and stuff I now appreciate a good saucepan in this case a saucier… eh.. you did not know that sufu is called a saucier..no it ain’t a frying pan. It happened sometime back I had to cook for lots of people. Fried chicken was on the menu and non of my pans was quite right. That sauce pan costs quite a bit.. so for now it on my to get list.

The tea cup.. oh Royal Copenhagen. Thier website says it all. I did not appreciate the price until I saw a 15min clip on TV about how they are made. Thing was everytime I went into shops that sold them.. (What are those kind of shops called.. homestore/household whatever) I was drawn to them and kept gasping and being shocked at how expensive they are.  That said they are oh so pretty. So I have tasked myself with buying one of two a year.. in a few years I should have the whole set and will use them everyday.. none of that about saving them for special occasions.

Then there are these flats; aren’t they lovely. Just my kind of shoe. I am not into heels. Don’t get me wrong. I think some heels are sexy as hell. I just don’t know how people walk in them. I would like to own a pair of killer sexy heels but they would just sit in my wardrobe and thing is I have never learned to walk in them. Flats though I love and finding a cute pair in my size (42/43 depending on the brand) is not the easiest of things.

There are so many things I want that I have to do another post

See you on the other post.

Still Here

It’s been a minute.

Still here.

Busy in the house.

I swear I am surprised at how busy I get just being in the house taking care of the kids and myself.

I have not been in town in over a month and half. I was last in there at the end of January. Shock gasp!

It’s getting warmer. So much so, yesterday baby KK and I sat outside and basked in the sun. (the wind was annoying) But we did and she fell asleep.. wow!

My garden looks like shit

Lots and lots of work is needed to get it looking like I want it. I’m on it. Pole pole.(bit by bit)

KK has stopped eating. This is going to be week 3 of her refusing to eat. If I am lucky she will eat I meal a day. Otherwise it is major crying everytime I sit her before a meal. Once she shuts her mouth there is nothing I can do. Talked to the nurse. We agreeded if she is not eating by Friday, nurse would come in and weigh her. My fear is that she may start loosing weight. If she has not, then it is ok..if she has… things are critical.

Other than that. I am okay. Lots and lots of stuff going on here and with my family and I am dealing.. pretty good if you ask me.. so very proud of me

That’s all from me.

take care

See you soon when I have something to say.

Oh I took a few pics of my house plants to show you.  See it’s like this. Most plants die when they come to my house.  I started out with 6. I am now down to 3. I am determined that these remaining three will not die. They will not.. they are not allowed to. Kwani.. how hard can it be. Very proud that the surviving three have made it thus far.. over a year.. hello!

Got lot’s to say actually.. just don’t have that much time.

KK is complaining that I am ignoring her and she owns my behind so I gotta heed the call

 

see ya

 

Pass it on

I am super excited.

Just been visiting  SavvyKenya‘s diggz and read this which got my adrenaline flowing. I mean what are the chances that it happens the same day.

Read it and pass it on. Facebook it or tweet it.

Do you see where I am going with this

lets do this

P-Unit

Quick one to say

I am SERIOUSLY CRUSHING on P-Unit

Frasha… definitely king wa flow..his smile.. woi.. I could write endlessly about it.. lakini his swag is mambo yote

Boneye… aih mami.. his voice, his attitude

Gabu… I just wanna take him home. cute like a cuddly bear and I am loving his mo-hawk in

Now I just need to find out what Musyoka looks like

enjoy

 

PS: Nikh and I go crazy when I play this track..

 

Challenges of the Marital Kind

When the idea came to me, that I should blog about this topic I cast it away with a quickness. I meaning Mrembo do not blog about my marriage. There exists a clear drawn line in my mind which I do not cross. That line draws the border between too much information and just enough information.

The topic kept coming back. Babawatoto aka Big Al and I would be discussing stuff and out of no-where the thought “that would be a great subject for the blog” would pop up. One day when it popped up I spoke up  and asked Babawatoto  if it was ok I blogged about it.

“Cool.. doesn’t bother me” he said

So here I am.

Why am I doing it, as in why am I blogging about it. Because I feel that there are hardly any people who talk openly about challenges in a healthy marriage. It is usually two extremes. Either marriage is crap, hard and a waste of time or it is hanky panky, lovey dovey and sweet.

Me, I will just tell you about my experience then you decide.

Disclaimer: My experience is that of a marriage in Denmark/Europe. I do realise some of the issues I am discussing would be a non-issue since y’all in Kenya, Uganda and Africa (hehehehe.. the other day on the news when covering the Libyan revolution the news anchor said… “the revolutions in middle East in AFrica”…. I was like WTF.. where is that!) and all you rich folks have help, so what we are going through may not affect you at all and are thinking.. how is that even an issue.. hold on to your seats and keep reading. YOu may get it in the end.

PS: This is my working out time but I am so tired today. The jury is still out on whether I should work out or not. After all the “superwoman” comments on the previous blog I am feeling guilty skipping it. However on a positive note the comments have worked as motivation for me.

I am hedging I know. Back on topic.

Number 1 once again¨

• Young children aka children below 5 years of age are hard on a marriage. Be it just one or multiple. Those first years of your child’s life will do things to you marriage you never knew. We now have two and I gotta tell you since she was born… things have been rather interesting in our house.

Number 2

• When your husband is on a mission to take the family from point A to B i.e to improve the welfare of your family, it means he is going to have to work hard. Really hard. Fact: All rich men and women put in a lot ,A LOT of time into thier craft in order to make the money. In the movie “Wall Street” 2 there is the line “money never sleeps”. My husband has been working night and day, usiku na mchana to take us from point A to B and as he said to me not to long ago… “in my efforts to move this family upward, I have to put in the hours I am putting in and I do not have time to handle your business… so you need to handle it for now.” Harsh, I know.. the truth.. the hard part to swallow. Try and imagine how pissed I was when that sentence came outta his lips and he was not apologising for it.

Number 3

• When you are the stay at home one, you have lots of stuff to do.. but also lots of brain capacity to think and analyse. So imagine me.. having my husband have that attitude and me at home.. with lots of work and lots of brain space and enegry. My thoughts were therefore moving towards “fuck all of this. Does he have time for me.. nah! Is he excited about coming home to me .. nah! Hmmm I really understand why these really rich men are divorced.. cause on the way up.. somebody got ignored and she was like fuck this, I am out” This sucks.

I have painted the scenario for you.

Point number one is true. I know it from both mother groups I attend. All 8 mothers gripe in one way or another. Sleepless nights. Sleeping in separate rooms so that we all can get some sleep. Fatigue, fatigue fatigue, which reduces all energy. Sex.. what sex… ati sex.. don’t even know how to say that

Point number 2: Hubby and I were talking and he was saying in all the marital stuff he has heard about, he has never had anyone say what he said and yet it is the truth and couples need to acknowledge it. As a human being there is only so much we can focus on and as hubby explained it. Right now his focus has been on work, the kids then me. Me last because he has faith that our marriage can ride this period. Faith because we had5 years together without kids. Five years for him to be all mine. Now I gotta share him with his work and kids. His vision for our family is… (I am not telling you guys.. that is for us) and for him to achieve that he has to work like a dog and he just does not have enough place for me right now. He is very aware of it and is working towards changing it.. but for now I need to hang in there, like he is.

I went away to think about it and realised he was right. I share the same vision for the family and truth be told, he cannot achieve it without the amount of hard work he has to put in. Thankfully I am not that kind of woman who would take up a mpango wa kando (affair) while he is so occupied. I said thus to him. I even said.. I get why some women cheat

That conversation was good for us because I understood he was not deliberately ignoring me and he understood that I as not delieberately being moody to aggravate him. So now even though things are still as they are.. we are closer cause he talks more to me about what is going on with his work and thereby his mood.. trust me…. my husband’s work and mood are seriously interlinked. Work affects mood, mood affects wife’s mood, wife’s mood affects hubby’s affected mood which inturn affects hubby’s work which in turn.. you get.

When something messes up that cycle.. imagine my home

Thankfully we talk.

Thank God we talk

So everything is alright and we can move on and know that we are alright and that this is just a phase.

PS: He said something rather profound last night and I don’t remember it. I only remember the part about him saying he is glad he is married to me. And I am too.

The end.

I put KK down at 10:15am. It is now 1044am.. what the heck.. she is supposed to sleep at least 1 hour or 45mins. Good thing I had not started working out. I would have been totally frustrated.  Gotta run

The difference

There is a big difference between being a middle class housewife in Denmark /Western World and being a middle class housewife in East Africa.

The biggest difference is the HELP. Be it paid help as in a maid, shamba-boy, watchman, driver or family. It’s all help.

My maternity leave ends in July after which I will no longer be a housewife but a blue-collar working mama. I cannot even begin to imagine how my house hold is going to function. When I really start thinking about it I get STRESSED. For example, who knew that having such a small little baby would almost double my washing load. Before KK I could get a way with doing laundry twice a week.. now I have to do laundry every other day to stay ontop of it. There is nothing like laundry.. the stuff can ambush you. I keep a sharp eye on it.

Back on topic.

Life with help looks like so

• Wake up
• Eat breakfast prepared by maid.
• Shower
• Wear clothes washed and ironed by maid
• Harrass kids to get ready. The probably got bathed by maid.. while you were getting ready.
• Maid made thier lunch so you just make sure they have everything and you are out of the door.
• You go to work oh and before you go you tell maid what to cook and leave her a few kshs to buy milk and bread.
• Maid cleans house, washes and irons clothes, makes tea, makes dinner
• Kids get home, maid is there to open the door and give them tea
• You get home, tea is waiting, you eat, you chat to kids.. shout at the maid kidogo cause she is behind on something (shame on you for that)
• YOu eat dinner..
• Maid washes up
• You go to sleep
• YOu start over again.

My day as a housewife looks like so

• Get up
• Get Nikh up.. hopefully KK stays asleep for a bit
• Shower and dress Nikh  .. KK is up
• Change KK’s diaper, we three go to living room
• Scream at Babawatoto to wake up cause he is taking Nikh to daycare and they gotta be there before nine
• Make breakfast for Nikh
• Put KK infront of the TV next to Nikh as he eats
• Prepare his lunch pack for daycare.. call out to Babawatoto to wake up
• Coax Nikh to eat his breakfast.. tell him to go wake his father up… coax him to eat
• I eat my breakfast.
• Finally baba watoto and Nikh are out the house
• My work begins. Tidy kitchen, tidy living room, hoover living room and kitchen. Sort out clothes and put in the washing machine… start the machine
• KK wants to feed. Stop sit and feed her. Its 9.45am.
• Put KK back on my back.
• GEt the other clothes which are dry , fold them and put them away(in my house.. all adults iron thier own clothes)
• What shall we eat for dinner… KK is falling asleep.
• 10:30am.. yup she is asleep. Put her in her crib.
• Run around the house like a mad woman clearing this that and the other
• Work out.. max 30min.. it’s almost 12:00pm… KK is about to wake up
• Make her lunch quick quick.. and shower before she wakes up
• Shower
• She is awake..
• Feed her, feed me..we play
• Its 1.30pm.
• She wants to play.. What are we having for supper
• Peel potatoes.. onions etc..  pre-preparation for dinner.
• Chill out time for mommy.. read emails.. check a few blogs.. read the paper.. which came in 2 days ago.. try do some outstanding admin stuff…. like pay bills, call that place.. check out how much that thing will cost.. balance a few things.. call Babawatoto.. tell him how much that cost.. stuff admin stuff
• It,s 3:15pm.. get ready to go pick Nikh. Get KK bundled up.. I bundle up..3:30pm we are out of the house
• 4:00pm we are home. Nikh is hungry and wants to watch his favourite cartoon. KK fell asleep on our way back home
• Cook  now.. sneek in time at the computer
• Cooking.. at 5:00pm interrupted KK is awake.. stop cooking. Sort her out.. back to cooking. Nikh is annoyed KK is shouting. She is just happy.
• Still cooking. 5:30pm baba watoto home.. thank God.. I can cook in peace.
• 6:00pm we eat.. KK eats or not.. depending on if she ate before we ate
• 7:30 both kids put to bed.. ah wait.. not quite.. 8:30 KK cries out.. I run RUN to her and put the pacifier back in her mouth. She drifts off again
• FINALLY peace and quite. I can talk to my hubby, blog, email, read a novel, watch tv.. what to do.. so little time.. so I do all at the same time.
• Go to bed at 11.00pm. KK is up at 1145. She eats and we finally fall asleep.
• Babawatoto.. I have no idea what time he came to bed.
• We start this routine all over again the next day

Now imagine all the stuff that I get done in the middle of the day.. that has to still get done when I start working,

God help us

and now I am off to pick Nikh. It’s friday. Day care closes early on friday. KK fell asleep at 1.30pm.. cause she did not do her proper nap at 10:30.

I am happy because I cleaned the bathrooms and throughly cleaned her bedroom.  2 more to go.. but at least the bathrooms don’t look like they did before

Crap she is awake..bye