This is us at 1.40pm in the afternoon. He has just fallen asleep.
What happened prior to this was a pretty much non-stop blur of activities. Right from the time he opened his eyes and woke up as I carried him into our apartment, having just returned from dropping my husband off at the LRT station, where he would catch a train to work.
I have not yet had my lunch. He hasn’t either. But he had a pretty sizeable breakfast, involving 2x as much bananas as I expected him to consume.
He also wanted to do art activities with BOTH markers AND paint right after breakfast, much to my dismay.
But overall, there’s still plenty of daylight hours left to salvage so off I go.
I shall attempt to tell you more true to life tales of my everyday adventures soon.
Just so you know though, this is what life at home feels like. Not as leisurely as you’d imagine. Pretty packed with chores and mundane things. But with some occasional magic to spare.