Safa means tranquil, serene, calm…I try

Nothing major to post about. My almost 4 year-old has been a regular visitor to our bed in the middle of the night. He squeezes in between us and falls asleep. However, not that smoothly. He wants to talk, whine, go to bathroom, blow his nose, etc…and then still manages to pee in our bed.

We find nothing wrong with the “family bed”. He nursed until he 26 months and slept in our bed, then room a fews after that. Anyway, this always occured occasionally - now it’s EVERY NIGHT. This has been going on this way for about 1 and a half months or so. Before I was pregnant, I used to carry him back down to his bed, sit in there for 5-10 minutes, then go back to bed. Now I am too tired and sleepy to do it…I think he knows it too. My husband can sleep through a bullhorn being used 1 inch from his head so he’s no help.

I lie in bed at night waiting for the creak of my door to open at 2-3am. He says he’s scared to sleep by himself…he has a night-light AND we keep his door cracked AND he sleeps right across from my stepdaughters room. I’ve considered the baby coming may have something to do with this but I am soooo tired. He got out of his bed 3 times overnight. I happened to be up and escorted him to bathroom, and back to his room. He fell back to sleep. Then an hour later, at 3am he came out the crying that he was scared to sleep by himself.

I need help…I don’t want to tell him that this routine has to stop when baby comes. I may have muttered that once during a sleepy haze. How long can this go on?????? I had to call in for work today b/c I’m so exhausted!

NOT!!!!. As I was driving home from work this evening in heavy traffic - as usual in the DC metro area, I saw something that totally disgusted me. You can probably guess by the title and pic. One may assume that becuase of the slow crawl of the traffic, some guy just pulled over on the shoulder and relieved himself. Big deal right? I know this happens all of the time. However, what I witnessed (in it’s entirety due to aforementioned stand-still traffic) is something I haven’t seen since I was a little girl in the ’70s. AND….NEVER, by an adult.

When I was 4-7 years-old, it was 1976-1979. I grew up the oldest of 4 girls. When my mother took us out, it was a chore. I grew up in New York City and based on my memory, this was never out of the ordinary. Mother lifting little girls up by the seat of their underpants (which was pulled around the knees) and holding them in a squat position while they peed between 2 parked cars. C’mon, don’t tell me some of you gals never experienced this as kids! Especially if you grew up in a big city.

Back to my commute home. I’m in the middle lane (really the right lane b/c the “right” lane is really a transition/merge lane) and this Saturn is to my right. It pulls over to the shoulder and I am now almost parallel to the car…but a little behind it. Anyway, out steps what appears to be a 50 year old white woman. She wasn’t dressed like a corporate exec - more like a high school art teacher…wiry hair and all. Anyway, I assumed she was getting something out of the trunk but she opened the back passenger door. I’m thinking that she’s switching drivers since it was a looong and slow crawl on I-295, but I didn’t notice anyone else in the car. Yes, I had time to think all of this through because traffic was virtually at a stand-still. I kid you not, this ol’ bird proceeds to pull down her pants and underwear, squat, and just pee on the side of her car!!!

She was not totally shielded b/c cars were just sitting there and people were looking! Can you imagine???? She then gets back in her car and pulls onto the road. She drives a bit but I passed her (as she had to merge in my lane). A few minutes later, she’s back in view. Guess what? This triffling lady was wiping her hands with napkins!!! AFTER she had already driven with nasty hands on her steering wheel.

OK…I know how it can be. I am 5 months pregnant and have to go all of the time. However, I try my best to hold it. I know medically this is not the best practice but what is the alternative? I have considered keeping a potty in my car for these situations but thankfully it’s never come to that. I’m not saying there haven’t been close calls in the past. We can all admit to having to go so bad and holding it right up until we start getting closer and closer to the bathroom…..

Oh, and I noticed she wore a wedding ring. What would her poor husband think if he knew?

Yes it is….February 9th (although the post date says the 10th, it’s actually 11pm on the 9th). I am now 34 years-old. Of course I don’t “feel” 34…whatever that means. But I guess that sentiment goes with the territory of growing old older. This is not the purpose of my post.

I don’t celebrate birthdays anymore since becoming muslim several years ago. When I first became muslim, I told my family and friends but of course I still received calls and cards….lots of them that 1st year after becoming muslim. I would always say “thank you, but I don’t celebrate birthdays so don’t go to any trouble”. Of course I was still grateful and happy to be thought of.

This is the 6th birthday I’ve seen since becoming muslim. Every year it was the same thing. Family and friends calling, emailing, sending cards. Me, always politely reminding them that I didn’t celebrate birthdays. Over the years the calls have become less frequent and cards are few and far between. That just shows that most of my family and friends respect my beliefs.

Funny thing is, today NO ONE called, NO ONE sent a card, NO ONE emailed. That’s fine but my first thought was dang….I don’t celebrate birthdays…not you guys!!!!!:)

I guess I kinda miss the sentiment and hearing from my family/loved ones. Tomorrow I’ll probably talk to some of them and my birthday will be acknowledged but without any pomp and circumstance. That’s really ok. I guess I never realized how much the acknowledgement means to me. Of course yesterday an Aunt wished me a happy day…but you know…

Oh, I am not fishing for a happy bday or happy belated bday, this just was on my mind.

Mainly for us women (I hope:) But I never really thought about how important it was to have a bra that actually fits. I’m not talking about wearing a bra you’ve had for ages or buying the same size bra you had since college (how I remember my Vickie’s demi-cut).

Since I am pregnant, I knew I needed to resize myself - probably should have done it when I had my son 3 years ago. Anyway, I bought a new bra the other day. I ordered it and kinda hoped it would be too big. I believed I had exaggerated the size to make myself feel better once I tried it on and it was too big.

Well, when I tried it on it fit perfectly!!!!! My initial shock at actually fitting this big mamma type bra (at least in my mind) was quickly replaced by joy when I realized how great I felt. I never knew life could be so comfortable:) I think my mood has been great ever since I put this wonder of fabric on.