Poor little one

The most miserable thing is to see your child sick, even it is just a flu. A child looks so vulnerable in illness. Poor Sonia vomited in bed just after she went asleep. She woke up and cried for mommy. Obviously she didn't know what happened. I reassured her many times that the mess in the bed is fine until she finally stopped screaming. Looking at her sleeping face from the tiredness, I fully felt our embedded gene of protecting our children. I truly wish every child has a happy and healthy life. I also hope that I can be more patient when Sonia behaves naughty.

Monday morning

We didn't come home until 9PM on Sunday night. Even though we had piles of laundry to fold, and still don't know where is Sonia's Monday lunch. Well, it is still Sunday, I thought, our own fun time. If I can get up early on Monday, everything will be straightened out. That was my wishful thinking of course.

Monday morning, I didn't get up until 8AM. Sonia wakes up, Morgan needs outdoor bathroom, I fight to find pans in kitchen to prepare Sonia's lunch and everyone's breakfast, and husband's alarm has been snoozed 3 times. They all seem to happen at the same time. My blood pressure was high when I tried to get Sonia to the dining table and keep Morgan away from the table. At 9AM, I know that we were running late since my daughter is still half dressed, and playing with her food. My husband is rushing out to the door saying "I am late for the meetings."

Thirty minutes later, I was driving back from daycare and stopped at Starbucks. (Who doesn't need a coffee after a morning like this? ) I finally sit down and had a deep breath. Is it the time to go back facing the home "after war" yet? Sigh, I will never like Monday morning.

Jamboree

We have Jamboree this week. I didn't know whether Jamboree is actually a word or not. So I looked it up. It means a noisy celebration in the dictionary. I pictured this word as a party in my head.

Our Jamboree is that the whole team are required to be at office from 9AM to 5PM, and only do processing structures. No doctor appointment, no car service, no early child pickup, no traffic, no any excuses for a whole week. The goal is to clean up all backlogged work.

We did get foods though, that is part of the party definition. Food was delivered, so we don't need to leave our room to get lunch. Actually, it is better that we don't even leave the desk. Then we can process one more while we were having lunch! The statistics of processing was written on the board. The person who processed most on that day gets a certificate. Yeah, that is right. We are children who behave well and can get a golden star.

We have reached the goal on the end of Wed already. But what does that mean? We can do 3-4 times more than we usually do. Does that mean that we were lazy? Or does it mean this is the proof that we didn't work hard enough? In any cases, We can never win.