3rd February 2017
I turned on the stove to reheat the soup.
‘I miss eating hot food. Fresh hot food’ I thought as I started on the dishes. I almost never finish a meal completely these days..cos by the time I get to it, tit is cold and I am past the hunger stage. But yup, I was wallowing in my pity party.
Meanwhile, I hear noises from the boys’ room. Quentin is talking and then hubby yells at him, cue wailing. I had just walked out of said room 5 minutes earlier.
The door opens and Quentin walks out.
‘Mummy. I don’t like Daddy. I like Mummy.’
I sighed, finished up the dish I was washing, turned off the stove (bye bye hot soup again), grabbed a granola cluster from the fridge to stave the hunger pants and held the hand of my middle child. We walk back to his room.
I sat on a chair, lited him onto my lap and held him. He snuggles against me and wraps his arms around my neck.
‘He’s grown taller. He can reach my neck.’ I thought.
He falls asleep 15 minutes later. It was 8.15pm.
I left the room, gave up reheating the soup and devoured a bowl before resuming the washing.
It felt like a long day. And when I felt that way, I craved junk food like KFC. 自甘堕落 kinda mood. And I told the husband so.
‘How about Starbucks instead?’ Hmm I considered a while more before deciding Starbucks would probably be a better option. Le sigh. Bye bye KFC.
We had a quick chat about Quentin. Caught between the older attention seeker and the baby that needs attention.
‘When was the last time we did something he wanted? He is a follower, he tags along. Tags along the curtails of Oliver. We always brush him off. He doesn’t mind that he doesn’t get his choice. He gets distracted by his brother before he can even make a decision. Yet he hs made to be a big brother to Sarah and give way to her’
Ahhh..we suck at parenting. The hubby felt bad for yelling at him. I felt bad that I did not make him feel significant. So easily slighted.
Hubby & I finally get a chance to talk shop tonight. For 2 hours and we managed to only cover 3 points. WTH. How to finish in time?
The other night,
‘You’re amazing’ he says, after I told him off for not listening and why I have so much things on my mind. I rattle off the things to do, what Oliver needs to do for school, dates, doctors appointments. He stares at me as I go on.
‘What?’ I asked.
‘Love you.’ He said. I gave him a deadpan look.
‘Must tell the boys to really find the right woman to marry.’ He continued.
‘Doesn’t mean I have to keep doing the washing hor!!!’
‘Okok, I wash’ Yaaaay! Win some for now.
Later that evening, I was still feeling a little moody. So decided to throw caution to the wind and jioed some girls out for drinks tonight (Starbucks only..no alcohol involved). Mad random. Hubby gave me an incredulous look.
‘You say I can go out one hor!!’
‘I know, I’m not saying you cannot go but why so random??’
Love..is hubby knowing I sian so come home earlier, said hi to the kids and snuck into the kitchen to give me a hug. Then after I ranted to him why I damn sian, he asked if I wanted the kids to say sorry.
Love..is also him entertaining all 3 kids whilst I check out where I could meet my girlfriends for desserts till late.
Love.. is also him washing all the dishes in the sink..cos he bth the kids jumping on him and his balls so he needs an excuse. He said at this rate, confirm no more kids.
Love..is Sarah on my left thigh, Quenin on my right thigh, Oliver on both my knees and we had a group hug.
Love..is watching Sarah snuggle between her brothers in that hug, cooing and chortling.
My heart is full.
But bring on them Starbucks drinks and bitch sesh!