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Another Lazy Sunday Afternoon

As I am struggling with a writer's block, I am watching my son sleep. I remember how my brother used to comment, "She looks really innocent while she is sleeping" when he would see me sleeping.
My son, the hyperactive child, has the most innocent face while he sleeps. I understand now what my brother meant.
No amount of space seems enough for this 3feet long bundle of energy. Today, a Sunday, he insisted that I feed him lunch. Weekdays, his grandmother or grandfather would feed him lunch. Today, by the time he finished eating, told me he wanted to go to sleep. Mom in law was sleeping, so asked my husband to put him to sleep. I return in 5 minutes to see both of them fast asleep. Such a wonderful sight. I get some time off and relax. I have a hundred things to do and never the mood to do so.

Yesterday, after a long time, I went out for a friend's wedding reception. Alone. Without my son, my husband or anyone from my family. I felt slightly guilty, yet it was a great evening to be decked up without the responsibility of handling a toddler. I love my son, but I do enjoy moments where I get to enjoy on my own as well.  And today is a well-deserved Sunday break. I am not even going to type any further. Relaxation at it's best. :) Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy writing, but I enjoy lazing around more. No wonder I named this blog Lazybird!

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