Internal Sleepover
Celest left me.
She flew off on a holiday with her girlfriends and once again, it's a week of fast food, late nights and me scurrying around to ensure that life goes on and nobody gets kidnapped. It's been 24 hours and, with my dad's help, everything is fine.
At the airport last night, the girls shed some tears, followed by frantic and non-stop WhatsApp audio and video (yes, there are video calls now) calls right up to the moment the plane took off. She must be glad that the plane had no wifi.
One of the things that I do with the kids, when the time and space allows, is to have a sleepover in our (for the next week, my) room. This lets us save electricity on the air-conditioning, comforts us in this time of "sorrow" and gives us the opportunity to share germs.
The problem is it takes far too long for them to fall asleep given the added excitement of the new environment, and it's also inconvenient when I need to go to toilet. I have to avoid stepping on someone.
She flew off on a holiday with her girlfriends and once again, it's a week of fast food, late nights and me scurrying around to ensure that life goes on and nobody gets kidnapped. It's been 24 hours and, with my dad's help, everything is fine.
One of the things that I do with the kids, when the time and space allows, is to have a sleepover in our (for the next week, my) room. This lets us save electricity on the air-conditioning, comforts us in this time of "sorrow" and gives us the opportunity to share germs.
The problem is it takes far too long for them to fall asleep given the added excitement of the new environment, and it's also inconvenient when I need to go to toilet. I have to avoid stepping on someone.