There was a hiatus in posting the Guest Post because I was not accessing my WP from my lappy but from my cell phone. Yes, most of the posts were wrote on the cell phone and posted from there.Β
Here I’m with the Season 2 of my Monday Gu(e)st–a name I came up for this session. This season I’ll kick off the season with a Mama post. Yes, you heard it right. But, the post I’m going to share is not what everyone might be thinking of. This Mama of two is very much cool and writes with such elan you’ll like her at once. So, let’s the guest speak.
The Clingy Period-Asiya
I am going insaaaaaane. This kid is sooo needy.
Well yeah I know itβs normal, they face separation anxiety blah blah blah, but seriously do you need to cling to my leg while I move 1mm to scratch my toes?Youβd think I was an astronaut about to leave on a 35-year mission (ha if only I was smart enough).
βAww itβs so cuteβΒ you might say
No. Just no.
His need to constantly touch me to say βyou are still stuck with me hahahaβ or poking my eyes out to make sure his face is the last face I see before I become permanently blind, is just totally cute π. I thought that was bad until he learned the stick next to mum weeing is a large toothbrush! Thank god it didnβt actually touch his mouth before I screamed, whacked the brush, which backfired and hit me in the eye. Yes, my eyes are cursed and Iβm already partially blind as it is, with a prescription of a deathly -4.75 (aka the real blind bat) with astigmation (aka crossed eyed blind bat). So the one time I decide to take off my glasses, a blurry toilet brush stabs me in the eye. Itβs just perfect. The universe has literally put shit in my eye. And you know what, I used to like the damn loo cause thatβs where I run to scoff a snickers bar before the 70cm superglue locates my whereabouts. Nope, not even ashamed to admit it. I ain’t about to share my Snickers bar to a migit that doesnβt appreciate it thank you very much.
If heβs not clinging to my legs, heβs dangling on my right (now permanently sticking out) hips whilst using my ponytail as handles or doing something he shouldnβt. Itβs either that or watch him cry. Like the one time, he had a meltdown at Carrefour (a supermarket in Dubai if you didn’t know) so I picked him up to calm him down a bit and to repay me he decided to pull down my t-shirt to reveal all the wobbly bobbly bits to the cashier and entire 7 blocks of customers in queues. Needless to say, I was mortified!
The worst part is he only sleeps during the night with me. Some people prefer letting their kids learn to sleep in their own crib by whatever method best, but unfortunately no method works for me and Iβm the type that can’t stand the constant crying at night. It makes me think of crazy things like how many sausages would I need to make a stable ladder to escape out from the window and leg it? Probably not even possible. Imagine they start air frying due to heat and burn my feet :O. Β Sheeeet. Ok, back to what I was saying, so co-sleeping with my little monster means being kicked, punched and you guessed it, POKED IN THE EYES 84739 times!
However, I have heard other similar mummy stories so maybe it is a universal undercover mission to see how long it takes to crack mummy. There is no way itβs a phase cause itβs bloody never ending.
In his defense, we are in a different country from our family back in the UK, therefore it does get lonely. And we did pick one hell of a location, Dubai, where your face will burn off if you open your front door. Iβd be clinging to double Dβs if it’s giving some shade too.
Itβs not all gloom and doom, Iβve found some excellent hiding places at home, Carrefour will never see my face again (at least not the Emirates Mall branch) and I know my kid loves me more than his dad.
Originally Posted–August 2016
Author Bio:
Asiya is the mother of two–Bubba and Bambi. She lives in Dubai with her husband, a Bengal cat, a husky, couple of fishes and 6 turtles. She started the blog Mamabasic to fight her loneliness and also to have a journey through words. Pay a visit to her blog to know her more.
Iβm a sort of voracious blog readerβsome of you may know that already as I regularly comment on your posts which I like most. So, this Guest Post will be the post which Iβll find need more to read. Iβll ask your permission beforehand. And youβre permitted to do changes and suggest me how to post it before I post it.Β
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Waiting to read more interesting posts from you all.
30 responses to “Monday Gu(e)st: S II: 5. The Clingy Period-Asiya”
she wrote an interesting account – I enjoyed her writing style – I am now trying to recall if my kids were that way but that was so long ago. Thank you for highlighting this writer Sangbad!
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Not to mention Gina…
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Thank you! I think all kids go through a clingy phase so you must have been through it too, I hope I forget when heβs older too. All those nights plotting escape plans haha π
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Thank you for your lovely writing! It was very honest, funny and entertaining. sadly I was not a very present mother so my kids grew up very independent. I am blessed today that they do not hold any grudges against me. I did plot escape plans but never from them, rather from me. But I enjoyed your writing style very much. you write with a lot of expression.
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Lovedust you’re an enigma you know…
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I might be! I am flattered my Mr Romantic Poet!
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Yes thou art….my Lady…
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That’s amazing you went through what you did and you feel blessed today.. that’s real strength! I pray everyday is a good day for you, no matter what x
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thank you my dear~
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This is such a great post. I love her π
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Thank you soo much!
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This was too good a read! And I know EXACTLY how she feels because I have one at home who makes me feel the same at least half of the time. Scarfing down food in the bathroom…. Yep that sounds like a mom.
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π thanks for the review…
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Youβre welcome π
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Is there even another place to scoff food undercover without the kid crying for it? Haha. They won’t eat anything on their plate but will eat everything from ours. Everytime!
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Absolutely! I have had to hide food from mine and lock her in a room so I can just enjoy for a fee seconds π€£π€£
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Haha well you gotta do what you gotta do. I play hide and seek and eat sweets under the table ..haha.. one of these days he will figure it out and ima need to find a new hiding place! Worth it for a moment of peace lol!
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You said it! Absolutely worth it! π
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Omg thank you! I feel so honoured a great writer like yourself likes my posts! Thank you so much; truely appreciate it!
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Am not a great writer…am just helping other to get their reader…
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