Sure it takes a few days to get used to the routine, but after a good week, fasting seems like second nature.
The hardest part for me these past Ramadans has been the sleep deprivation associated with being a fasting mom.
And add to that the fact that I am a SAHM, so the all-day-stand-at-attention position does not do well to my already tested patience.
While it takes a lot of energy to run around the little ones, at least you aren’t sitting around bored waiting for the sunset. Time really does fly when you have kids driving you nuts.
It’s interesting to see how our life challenges change as we get older. Whereas before during Ramadan I had to really work on discipline, I now find myself working on patience. And I love my kids, but they don’t help.
And as the day draws to an end, it is nice to sit down with other moms at iftaar (fast breaking dinner) and see how they fare during the fasting days. Our chats don’t last too long – we are almost always interrupted by our dear children, but at least this time we have some energy!
I found myself extremely tired last night and when I finally put my head down, I was awoken by a toddler with a stuffy nose. That wasn’t too bad.
However it was followed by an annoying housefly who found our nightlight. And then again the toddler with a stuffy nose.
After getting both taken care of, I tried again. But alas this was to be a special night.
FZ starts crying. At first I thought maybe she was just in mid-sleep and had a bad dream or something. I go to her and see her blanket is soaked.
Are you kidding me? Her first bedwetting accident in about a year.
When I finally laid back to sleep, I just rolled over and took a deep breath.
Dear God, please help me be patient.
It can be so frustrating seeing your child just up and refuse to take part in something for no good reason at all.
And here you are totally helpless. You can’t force them to do anything. All you can do is try and be patient. And bribe.
Just recently FZ became anti-camera. Place a camera in front of her and she will cover both eyes and refuse to be ‘shot.’
I didn’t mind it so much until we planned our family portraits. And this was FZ’s decision that we all take new photos as a family to include Mayyo since all the photos we have at home were mostly of FZ.
So since FZ seemed OK with taking new photos, I booked a session, planned the girls’ outfits and set the session at a time when the girls would be less cranky.
I covered all my bases. We were good to go – or so I thought.
Come family portrait day and FZ doesn’t want to even change her clothes. Then we go to the studio and all hell breaks loose. FZ is adamant – “No photos.” We coax her and offer her bribes of her favorite lollipop.
All we end up with is a few photos that are frame-worthy, a TON of photos of a really unhappy 4-year-old and one unhappy mom.