i DON’T like you
every morning is quite challenging when dealing with kids and husband ‘lazing and slouching’ around while i try my best to get everything ready for the day. why do i put invertor commas? beacuse they dun think that they are ‘lazing and slouching’ around. to me, they look like they are going to melt into the floor and the mattress.
every morning you can hear me say,
hurry hurry
quick quick
get into the toilet NOW!
c’mon c’mon!
you want the cane to talk to you?!
move aside i need to take the uniform
swallow your eggs!
blah blah blah i go…
so THIS morning…victoria woke up late, grumpy. demand for pillow, demand for milk. tried to cut her nails, she refused! then say wanna pass urine. although i know she MAY trick me by saying that but i also dun wanna risk it. hate the mess when they give me the i-told-so look and urine on the floor o_O
after that she didn’t come back in. continue to eat her breakfast outside. mother in law always use her heart and soul to prepare breakfast for all this ungrateful kids. either they reject or spit out or worst vomit! but this morning, our friend actually finish 3 out of 4 pieces of chee-kuey to my MIL’s delight. victoria’s face is still grumpy.
then is shower time. dun wanna bath. dun wanna go school. this ‘dun wanna go school’ have been for days already. so i ask her one night…
mum: why you dun wanna go school?
vic: i dun like friends
mum: i thought you like melody?
vic: i dun like them to say good bye to you.
every morning when i sent her to school, all her little friends will come and hug me and say good bye to me. oh man! i’m one hot ma ma huh ha ha ha…
back to this morning. she nua around for so long, i have to drag her in and shower. not so bad no major retaliation. after shower, she know she must dry her feet first. prob not too dry this time, as she walks out…yes you guessed it. she ‘PIAK!’ on to the marble floor. sigh….late already still gimme this kinda thing! i try my best to sooth her. gave her cold compress. then my turn to change. she loves to squeeze me to one corner while i take my clothes out of the drawer. so i gently (i think i am gentle) push her aside. then she fed up already.
vic: i tell you not to push me right? i say i can take my own socks right? you don’t push me!
wahbiangs so fierce.
ding dong ding dong…we walk out of the house with buay song feeling in the air already. then some people were playing badminton at the playground.
vic: what r they doing?
mum: playing badminton
vic: i wanna see
mum: no, we are very late already.
vic: i wanna see for a while
mum: no
vic: i wanna see i wanna see i wanna see i wanna see i wanna see
mum: we are late
vic: I DON’T LIKE YOU!
mum: ….
vic: i AM ANGRY NOW
mum: *took a deeeeeep breath*
then i try to explain. but strangely, she didn’t let go of my hand. maybe children are like that. angry is one thing, holding hands with your mom is another.
waiting for bus…
mum: how are you feeling now?
vic: i’m still angry
mum: why?
vic: because you pushed me just now (ey isn’t that like ealier incident?)
mum: i say sorry already to you mah
vic: no, you didn’t say sorry (OH! SHE ACTUALLY REMEMBER CLEARLY!!)
true, i didn’t say sorry. adults, stop trying to bluff this little people, they know!
on the bus, she was still upset. so i hug her, put her on my lap. let her manja…
then we reach the school. walk into her class then running back to me quickly
vic: you.cannot.say.gooodbye.to.the.children
and all the kids say ‘BYE BYE BYE BYE BYE BYE…’
poor victoria, she just can’t have her mom all to herself…
i’m still thinking of her now…
p/s: dorothy walk a few steps last night 
