Chor machaye shor

3:45 am. Z finishes work and finally drops into bed to sleep, dripping with exhaustion.
3:46 am. Mr. Baby (or Master, as the boy in the kiddie clothes store in NOIDA referred to him when he asked me 'Kitni umar ki beti hai aapki'? Nahin, woh to ek saal ka baby hai. Accha, to aapka master hai. baby to ladki hoti hai!). So Mr. Master (he truly is the master of me) wakes up, pulls my (fast diminishing) mane and in his bossiest and swwetest voice says Maama, Maama.
4:15 am. Pretend hide and seek between master and slave goes on where slave pretends to have gone deaf.
4:20 am. We go downstairs and try to give master a snack (lets back track a few hours from 7 pm- 9 pm when he was given dinner (parantha, broccoli, sabzi, dahi, palak chawal and played with it and eventually got a couple of strawberries and a chunk of cheese in his tummy. Thats all he ate and I knew I was going to be mother dairy all night long)

5 am. The cows have gone home and master has gone to sleep.

Now what should mama do considering she loves mornings. The debate is sparkling in my head between catching some sleep as the only possible sleep may happen at night which is a long road ahead, and some chai and some quality alone time.

So i sneaked into a few blogs, sent an ex-boyfriend a mail wishing him on his birthday, had a big tumbler of water and am now wondering what to do.

I just heard a bird chirp. To thodi garam chai ho jaye?