As I stated on my Twitter page, my family and I have gone on a two week trip
for Christmas vacation. I hadn't slept the night before we left to go out of
town and was banking on sleeping on the way there the following night. This was
until my cousin bought my mom a 14 oz. coffee, which kept her up the wholeee
wayyy thereeee. I kept thinking, I'm gonna get my cousin for this.
My cousin bought herself a hot cocoa, but got my mom the supersized coffee. I
found out after she drank it. Thus, my cousin was sitting in the seat behind me
sleeping like it was going out of style, while my mom, who was wired from the
coffee, talked to me for roughly 10 hours until we got to our destination. It
was a comedy of errors.
I love my mom, but I also love my sleep. Every time I politely tried to tell
my mom she should get some sleep, she'd close her eyes, then a couple minutes
later open them and go, "Aisha, do you remember when..." or "Aisha, did you
remember to pack my..." or "are we there yet." She talked about everything under
the sun - my dad, her friends, her taxes, the retirement condo she is planning
on buying. Here's the irony. When we reached our destination, after keeping me
up for 10 hours my mom actually said, "You look tired."
The sister of my late aunt, who married my uncle when they were young,
invited us to come spend Christmas with her and the kids she is adopting. The
kids range in age from 2-10 and sadly, but understandably were taken from their parents
because of their parents' serious substance abuse issues.
Let me just say, those energetic little rugrats are kicking my aunt's
sister's butt (LOL). In summer of 2011, she and three of the kids stayed at my
former home in Miami for a month, because she wanted to take them to Disney
World and wanted us to help her with them in the theme park. So now, she's
invited us for the holidays. She's also adopting a fourth child, the newest
addition, who is the youngest, aged 2.
Today we went shopping and she had me watch
the kids while she and my mom went shopping in another section of the store. The
kids wore me out! Everything we passed in the store they either said "I want it"
or "mine!" (oh, they ran up a bill, but it's Christmas). So I ended up buying
stuff from the candy and toy sections for them.
Here's the funny part. I was walking around the store with all these kids my
aunt's sister is adopting and people were giving me looks like I was a serious,
er, gardening tool (see: hoe, pardon me, ho) to have all these these kids and
none of them look alike, indicating different fathers.
The newest child my aunt's sister is adopting is a two-year-old girl. I've
been helping to take care of her, feeding her, combing her hair ect... The
little girl has taken a liking to me, follows me all over the house and wait for
it...has been calling me "mommy." I don't have any kids yet so it
stunned me for a bit. I don't have the heart to correct her. I'm starting to
wonder if I look like her actual mom the government took her from or if she is
just a bit confused due to the changes.
The funniest of the kids is the three-year-old, who is the one we call the
snitch, because when any of the other kids do something they are not supposed
to, he will rat them out to my aunt's sister LOL. He is a little comedian. As
stated above, I bought candy for all of them and when his older adopted brother
asked him for some of his he told him no. I asked him why, he said, "Because he called me a big head" when they came from the barber shop
earlier in the day (haha).