Single DAD

why Sunday isn't holiday

Thank you for reading !

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Week off is the day when I really look forward to spend some of my time. Because that is When i can relax ,lay on bed lazily doing nothing. Watching movie at afternoon,curled up in my cozy blanket and then long walk in nature at evening or garden can be soothing for health.

For me this Sunday is nothing but work day. Even when I have no work at hospital I have work at home.

No one can imagine I have human base alarm clock instead of machinery. Thanks to Aarya she made that possible.

Basically on sunday I spend my time with Aarya. But this Sunday I really wanted to have some time of my own.I was utterly exhausted from work. I wasn't getting enough sleep due to fluctuating work hours.sometimes I even had to work through nights.

So basically I was hoping that this week off day would give me some relief. Or at least that's what I had thought.

But against all of odds; situation diverted and took a dramatic turn as Aarya started to cry early in the morning, I don't even consider it morning because,5:30 isn't quite when I wanna wake up ,that was beyond irritating.

Then I had to boil milk for her and feed her. I don't have slightest of idea, how she gets so hungry in the morning. Considering her plump and fluffy figure I think it is rightful for her to eat that much.

I can't believe Aarya have grown really big. She is about complet her eight month soon.

I looked at clock above the wall. It was 8:30 am of morning. I wanted to sleep desperately. I have not slept like a real baby in a while. In hospital I got loads of work to do. When I come home there I have Aarya to look after to.

Today was supposed be my day, but my dear mom deceived me and bailed on us .Yesterday I had asked her to take Aarya home at her place and look after her. Since Dad had no problem with Aarya,I found it very appropriately convenient. so I could sleep here as long as I want. But mother said that she had some friend she needed to visit and it was very important.

I had no saying after that. Besides I have no friends that I can say to babysit my baby for a while.

'I wish Marisol would be here.'

Instantly I shook that though off of my mind.

I loudly sighed as I made my way to the kitchen while I saw Aarya was playing with her toys.

Apparently getting up early doesn't quite suite to my breakfast time.I was before-hand hungry. I could feel that in my stomach when it started to make weird noises.

Mom should have seen her face if she was here when she heard my stomach making grumpy voices. She would have laughed till her stomach hurt.

I started walk toward the kitchen.I thought about eggs and toast.I took out eggs and breads with some butter. I put pan on the stove and was about to lit it up ,when Aarya abruptly started to cry.

I look back to find her gone completely red. Her face was like volcano bursting lava.

I ran to her as she raised her hands in air to get into my arms,where she always feels safe. I began to rock her gently and my eyes spotted a red mark on her forehead to her left corner of her head where she has so little hairs. I squinted my eyes and discovered it was a slight scratch she had there.

She might have fallen over her some toy.I look around to find her car which was upside down.

I guess it was that car.

" don't cry Aarya ,my baby ,it's all right !"

" Please stop crying. It will be okay ,you are fine my baby !" I rocked her left to right.