Two minute update
AssalamUAlaikum and hello in fastforward-
an in net cafe with stick keyboard -chocolate icecream or something apaperntly- and we're doing good, but the internet may be weeks away. Finally havee running fridge, washing machine and stove, life is good Alhamdulillah and I have so much laundry accumulated that I've started hiding it in the packing boxes as I empty them :p Seriously. But at least we have home-cooked food, SubhanAllah, because I had Popeye's the other day for the first time in my life and am not suer why anyone would eat that voluntarily but ONE MINUTE OF NET TIME LEFT!! GAAAH!
Peace & Chikken Grease,
Live from the Gas Station,
T-minus ten hours and counting...
The movers will be here in ten hours, to box, bubble-wrap, and tape shut our worldly possessions and ship them to the new place which, at the moment, has neither internet nor a fridge :p The fridge is coming on Sunday InshaAllah, the internet is coming when Etisalat
Incidentally, I own too much stuff again, but that is another blog for another unknown day. Please make dua for us, moving plus being 31 weeks pregnant (the beginning of month 8) as well as the keeper of a tantrumariffic toddler is physically taxing as well simply stressful.
Catch y'all on the flip side!
-Abez & Co.
Updates all around
Update number 1: we know the gender of the mystery bean! hahahahahaaaa!! And if you know me well enough to have my phone number or email address, I'll tell you! But if not, you can wait until the end of March to find out! hahahaha!
Update number 2: We're in the process of moving to a place closer to HF's work, so computer (as well as leisure) time is little and lacking. The good news is, HF will now have half an hour
of commute instead of an hour and a half
of commute (we're talking one way here folks), and I'm really looking forward to having him around again. :)
Update number 3: Sleep training is continuing in some form or another, with mixed results, but I haven't the time to go into detail, cuz this fat tired pregnant blogger needs a nap.
By Zeba the end.