Tasmiya

Why is it that while I am probably THE most disorganised person on the planet, I almost always think that I can manage anything and everything and so am more than happy to overschedule my days so I am running around like the proverbial chook without a head? Idle minds are the devil’s playground etc etc but for goodness sake, he’s hardly going to go swinging and sliding and see-sawing if I have a minute’s peace, right??

Tomorrow I have gym at 9:15, baby massage class at 10:30 (it’s free – I don’t think I could ever afford it if it isn’t – how much is an adult massage anyway and do babies get charged less since they’re so much smaller? Do they have a fixed fee/unit of surface area? They definitely use less massage oil) then appointment at 1:00pm, leave to pick up kids at 2:00pm. Home by 3:30 (because while it doesn’t take me one and half hours to get to and from school, I am almost always having to calm emotional meltdowns, forgetful children who need to check lost property for lunch boxes or hats. Then there is the occasional toileting accident, not to mention the time it takes not only to find a parking but to actually PARK the bus in between the lines.

My batter is going to die so I will sign off.

Will not be posting tomorrow (obvs!) but hope to get back to you on Tues. Might restart my (in)famous Tues questions. Stay stuned!

What a horrible morning. So much happened but in today’s case it turned out so much brighter, more cheery and more hopeful than my mornings have ever been lately. Onward to better days!

And the icing on the cake is when I finally get to computer, I see this in my comments:

I’ve been stalking your blog for so long, if I was you I would be slightly worried :p.
To add to the risk of sounding like even more of a creepy stalker, I absolutely think your fantastic. May Allah continue to bless and protect your family, Ameen.

*retreats back to the Tasmiya shrine

P.s I actually don’t have one, don’t get too worried

In reply I must say I am flattered and humbled and so shy that I do not know what to say.

That is what I must say. Of course what I do say instead is – Ameen Ameen Ameen do your duas and OF COURSE I AM FANTASTIC! And I shall send you a picture of myself to complete your shrine. Of course in no way are we talking about idol worship type of shrine. I would think stalkers have more of a corkboard of impending murder type of shrine than a worshiping one.  Actually, I shall send you two pictures – one where you can cut my eyes out, put a red x on my face and stab repeatedly in a fit of nonsensical rage and the other so you can burn and laugh like a maniac while my face turns to ashes.

That was grim.