小童当家

Friday morning, the girls were forced to help me with plucking the baby spinach before they could take their breakfast.

Why? It was the backlog from yesterday. They promised to do it after dinner but they didnt. The pack of baby spinache was left on the dining table table overnight.

When I asked W why was he helping with the veg, he told me, 'because Papa said I'm a baby." I didn't understand what that meant but I had no time to figure out.

Afternoon, dear and I were overwhelmed with work. I pulled out the basket of laundry from the washing machine and placed them at the balcony. 

"Girls, help me settle the laundry, PL" okay I didn't exactly said please but I asked quite nicely though it's not a question but a statement...

The girls took eye break from the computers and came to my rescue while I continued to "indulge" myself at my piling backlogs...

Night time, their aunt called for a video to let the grannies and babies meet. It's been a long while...

Past midnight, when I could finally sit down to enjoy the leftover peanut waffle... I saw piles of folded cloths on the sofa...

I was quietly impressed. Just... Why wouldn't they keep them back to the cupboard.. 😔

It's Friday, our co-sleepinf night in the master bedroom... Little W was still awake! Omg...