After Hours Drama...

I thought going to work with Kaira was hard but it turns out scheduling my after work hours was more difficult especially with DH out of town for a while. I had a pile of laundry, hers and mine, eyeing me in the basket. (Really need to install that washing machine o). Plus, the house needed cleaning from all the dust. My sleep routine had gone to the dogs so I was cruising on less than the required sleep time. My to do list for the weekend was long as it is and given the fact that I worked mondays through saturdays, I was left with only a fraction of the weekend and I was playing catch up with the home front.
Well, this saturday was no different. We had gone to the office as usual and I was mentally trying to figure out how to schedule the housework and still catch some shut eye with as little Kaira drama as possible. So far, the day had started well so I had hope. We were to leave by 1pm for home so when she was still cooing and playing by 12noon, I became desperate. Na wa o! I needed her to sleep and as she was a deep sleeper, she would still be sleeping while I made an appreciable dent on the housework before she woke up. My mind working fast, I tried to force her to nurse. Maybe that would help her sleep but for where? She seemed to have her own parallel agenda that day. Hmmmm. I see. Well, you know what they say about cunny man. I must do my chores today o.
Resolve made, I called a cab to come pick us and while we waited for the cab, I decided on a course of action. I would place her in her cot and quickly do my chores and pick her. That will be after she must have had a loong feed. That way, I figured she will be happy and coo at me while I worked. On our way home, she kept up a steady babble and I responded wearily. Omo, to be mummy no easy o. I really needed sleep but housework must be done. Anyway sha,  when we reach house...
Once we got home, I attempted one sharp move. I placed her in her cot and tried to dash into the bathroom to get a head start on the washing but she caught on because she stopped babbling all of a sudden and started whimpering. I quickly dumped all the clothing I had in my hand into the tub of water and ran back to coo at her. She smile at me and went back to her babbling. Na so I wan take do this work today? And I never sabi back pikin.
Well, I decided something had to give. I either start this work and finish it today or give in to Kaira's wahala. One look at the pile of clothes and I made my decision. I started with the bathroom. At least I would be quick, I thought. But I thought wrong. Very wrong. Because she saw I had moved again and started crying. Low volume cries at first. I ignored her but my hands flew with urgency at my chore. She kicked up the volume a notch and I worked faster, all the while talking to her softly until she went into full shouting mode. This geh! Haba!
I quickly  rinsed out my hands and rushed to pick her. She had reached the wailing, shuddering point by now so I tried to get her to calm down. She stopped wailing but was still complaining in baby language and I almost broke down in tears of my own frustration. Kaira cooperate na!, I pleaded. When we were still doing this 5 minutes later, I made another desperate move. Time was going and I still had to cook. I got her to stop completely and started to nurse her again. This time, she drowsily accepted and I sighed my thanks to heaven. See me bargaining with God that day. Please, Father, I just need this girl to sleep for like 3 hours so I could finish what I was doing.
He did more because she fell asleep and I was able to wash, cook and clean and even catch some beauty sleep.
Whew, what a day!