Went through my 9-year-old’s Maths file. Her Maths teacher had asked the class to take home their Maths file, to keep at home for revision for upcoming Topical Review as well as Continual Assessment 1. Flipping through the pages and pages of worksheets, I found this!
Learning to write cheques!
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not ridiculing this. Cos it is great! Kiddos see mommy and daddy write cheques. And here they do it in the part of the syllabus where they have to spell out numbers. They’ll then understand why it is just as important to learn to spell out numbers accurately. They’ll see the practicality (the “adultness”) of what they are made to learn. They’ll be less resistant to the learning.
Still, it’s just funny in a cute way, that 9-year-olds are learning to write cheques when it’s another seven or more years before they can legally apply this skill.
7:20pm. My mobile rings. It’s A2, asking where I was. … What transpired was so endearingly typical of A2 and so amusing I just had to WhatsApp S about it.
It’s impossible to have an affair when you have four kids that can check up on you anytime, anywhere!
Then again, it’s a privilege to have close relationship with one’s teens, pre-teen and learner-teen.
Earlier on, after school & stayback
4pm+. The kids’ friends I and H visited for a short impromptu playdate. Cos I offered to take them with me when I took A4 to English tuition at LitPlus, and walk them home (nearby) from there. This would give YY a bit of peace and quiet at home, without anymore send-&-pick duties.
The plan for after the playdate was to just send I and H home, and head home right away. So the boys’ pleas to continue their playdate at I and H’s flat were overridden by YY (I and H’s mom) and me. YY’s rationale that there was school the next day stopped all arguments.
So A2 decided to turn back home, instead of walking with us to the busstop. A3 came with us, and then decided to join me on the entire journey. I did phone A2 to let him know the change of plans, but he still preferred to stay home.
~7:18pm. (I remember it was around 7:15-7:18pm only cos we were looking for the 3rd-night super moon, and A3 figured it was too early to spot the moon) It was after all these drop-offs, after the bus ride home, as A3 and I were walking the last stretch home that A2 phoned.
My herd is already between seven and almost-15 years old. Yet, I continue to not have toilet privacy. Within the five to 10 minutes that I was holed up, I’ve been paid not one but two visits. And by the two oldest too!
A1 wanted to know if the hair salon was opened today for her to cut her hair. “Yes. But, this being a Saturday, it may be crowded.”
A2 wanted to know when he could have his escape room-style outing with best friends JQ, J and JW (and maybe another new friend from school) for his belated birthday celebration. “I dunno. Maybe next Saturday? You go arrange and confirm with your friends when they can make it.”
In that short time, two “major” tasks were achieved. The throne’s the best place to make decisions from.
Turned off the laptop after working late. About to turn in for the night. Decided to post something I noticed about the upgraded range of emojis. That’s when I saw this! … A pleasant surprise from WordPress.com, reminding me it’s been a year since I created my account.
To come to think of it though, whether we notice it or not, we have at least one (If not more) new experience everyday. … And that makes everyday an anniversary to be celebrate!
Back to my WordPress.com account. I’ve enjoyed myself so much (Free reign to talk as much as I want) posting so many thoughts (I think I have posted lots) that it feels like I have had my WordPress account for several years already!
When you give instructions, better be sure to cover all perspectives!
Back in the days when Singapore MRT stations’ train platforms did not have glass walls for safety, the automated announcement would ask people to “Please stand behind the yellow line” whenever a train is about to pull into the station? Today, with the glass walls erected, they’ve done away with the announcement, but the yellow lines remain.
The Story Trigger
9:03am. Buona Vista MRT Station. Waiting for train, taking A2 and A3 to a one-off Scuba Diving for Kids workshop.
My Mr Smarty Pants A3 tells me with a straight face, “Stand behind the yellow line.”
Blur mommy didn’t catch the drift. So, A3 repeated it several times, facing me with a serious look.
For those who still don’t catch the drift … Which side of the yellow line is behind?
Wee hours. I had showered and was unable to sleep then. So I continued working.
Around 1am+ (I think) rustling sounds were heard coming from the floor, off the edge of the bed on S’s side. It was A4, shifting about while asleep. Something was said then, but I couldn’t make out what it was. (I think this episode was after I showered for the night. Can’t recall for sure)
She quietened soon after. I thought I had peace for the night now.
But then, after some time, the next voice from behind me. A3. He was sleeping in our bed, on my side, which was right behind me as I worked at my laptop. He was so loud I thought he had woken up.