My favorite thing to do at 4 am, yes, besides sleep

Like a crazy loon I still wake up at 4 am, mind and body shaken from sleep , emerging .... itchy . Having gotten into the habit when our son would wake us up at about the time before he rooster crows (4 am, more or less , or before the sun would rise ), my internal clock continues to think it's not too far from that of a roosters'. Thank God I am able to fall back asleep again (after some time ). What to do at this unreasonable hour ? I've gotten into the fun game of killing mosquitoes . I absolutely hate how they think they can one up me while I'm asleep , and often my husband who's beside me and likes to sleep without a shirt , is a victim too, though the buggers often prefer even say, my finger to his whole bare back . They apparently like the challenge . Or they just love my blood more ... if I'm given one pass at rejecting someone's love , this would be it.

So this morning I zapped 3 fat ass mosquitoes and sent them back to their grandparents and ancestors, as my dad would often put it. Am going back to sleep feeling fulfilled .

I'm ready to go back I knew this day would come when I would feel that I overstayed my welcome though it's probably just how I feel or how I'm made to feel through other circumstances that indirectly lead to that .

Had a spat last night and basically neither of us (a certain family member ) are happy I'm being made to feel like a bad mother because I left Oli for a minute on the floor last night (in our room with toys on the floor and a "dangerous" electric socket),  which forced the person to come up even though the superstition of hand washing and cold douse prohibition after ironing /handling hot objects may not necessarily be true (it is definitely not scientifically nor medically founded)   , and moreover said person felt that I don't appreciate all that's been done , because I said that I didn't like it when said person tried to get Oli to side with aforementioned person and told Oli not to mind "your fatty mother" and that "your mommy doesn't love you anymore....i  love you more... Awww poor baby your mommy doesn't love you anymore" along those lines , though  it was purportedly  a joke;  and moreover no recollection of it being said registered from the speaker,  it's been a few days , a week maybe , I've kept it and didn't say anything about it but I just feel it wasn't necessary to say this...

Sigh. Hit that part of the inevitable wheel that I had no doubt would come one day , and it has after a month of staying here. It is time to pack up and head back with our baby... But where is home now?

Laughter and asian blondes

You know how some people can get you ROFL (Rolling Over the Floor Laughing) with their jokes or  quips? Well, that never really happens with my Estonian husband. Read more about Estonians here. Well, today my husband dressed our son up in a new pair of jammies from H&M with the words orinted "I <3 mum and dad" printed like a million times, and when I asked our 11 month old son if it was true, he replied (by he I mean my husband) "It must be, he says it so many times. This elicited a few seconds of laughter from me. I honestly cannot remember having heard something that has caused me to ROFL but as laughter they say is the best medicine, I would rather have some of it in mini ounces than none at all...

As my days go by ungloriously small mundane things can be rather interesting to me, such as having a few white hairs come off the hair brush as I stepped out of the shower, and I delighted myself in the thought that my scalp has finally realized that these "Asian blonde" strands do not actually belong to my young scalp.

A small victory , hurrah.