Story of My Mushy Wednesday night..

Prologue:

Thursdays suck. If Kimmie thinks that Monday’s the worst day of the week, I don’t think it will ever surpass Thursdays for the top spot. After all, who wants to wake up as early as 0530H in the morning, force my two boys to get-up and fix the bed while I take my bath and start with my morning chores in a span of less than 30 minutes, and then rush to the car by 0600H to drop CJ off in my parents’ place and then finally drive as fast as we can (140km/h) headed for Makati in a mad rush to beat the 0700H license plate coding scheme time. Then, you’ll just find yourself working from 0700H to 1900H. Argh! Just by typing all of these makes me feel tired already.

After 3 consecutive Thursdays of either coming in late for work (forced to commute because of missing the color code deadline) or not coming in at all, PJ and I decided that it’s best if we let CJ sleep in my mom’s place every Wednesday nights. We thought that this would save us time, gas expense and not to mention that "harassing" feeling every Thursday mornings, considering that it’s a futile effort to wake up at 0530H.

Hence, we started the new set-up last night.. Sniff... we didn’t drop by my parents’ place anymore since CJ was already asleep by the time we reached Sucat. Sniff.. As soon as I entered our room, I just found myself in tears from loneliness that there’s no toddler running and playing around. I got so used to the feeling of CJ’s presence and with the noise and laughter he brings to our home. Sniff.. So, I thought I was over it after dinner. I drowned myself in some paperwork that I brought home last night. Thinking that I was really sleepy because I can barely see what I was typing in my notebook, I went up to our room and left PJ with his PC games. Well, after what seemed an eternity of trying to get sleep and putting CJ out of my thoughts, I just found myself crying again! Sniff… It was hard for me because CJ always hugs me before he sleeps, and we pray together…I missed his smell..his kisses..his sweetness, his naughtiness… After I realized that there’s no chance I’ll get that sleep, I called for rescue.

Epilogue:

PJ immediately went to our room and was surprised to see me crying. Of course, he knew what it was all about! In all fairness, he tried his best to console the “OA” mommy he was hugging. He even volunteered to fetch CJ at such an ungodly time, which I declined right away.

Calling for him was actually a smart move for me. What happened next between us made us sleep faster than you could say "Good night!"….:) J

Moral Lesson:

“It” is a proven sleeping disorder remedy…