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.
Approaching the Year of the Monkey, it seems a monkey has made its presence known at home.
Feeling like banana for a mid-afternoon snack, I went into the kitchen and what did I find?
The whole skin of a banana still on the comb, intact except for one clean slit! How was it possible to get to the yummy bits inside thus?!
I had an inkling who the monkey was, but couldn’t verify with him as he was with his brother at the “exercise playground”. And if it weren’t him, it had to be the other monkey who was with friends at the playground.
Since our helper had a higher chance of knowing who did what in the kitchen, I checked. “Did A3 eat a banana just now?” “Did A4 eat a banana just now?” On both counts she wasn’t aware if they did. Darn! I’m no closer to the answer.
Sharing the funny find with A1 and Mom, I couldn’t talk properly, tickled pink each time I opened my mouth to talk.
Just then, I heard the boys come in through the main door. “Mom?” one called out. Ah, I can now satisfy my curiosity. Gently, so as not to spook him into defensive mode, I called back, “A3, come here. Did you eat a banana just now?”
With a “no”, he joined me in the kitchen, curious why I asked. Clearly he wasn’t the perpetrator for he was just as amused at the find. A2 came after and also found it funny. … Eventually, the culprit owned up with a cheeky smile upon her return.
I love it when the kids spontaneously shoot questions at S. The questions are cleverly loaded, and S’s replies are quick and equally clever. But when you are one against a pack of four who seem to telepathically communicate and collaborate in their “assault”, you soon walk right into their trap! Grooming Us Preys
We were walking the tree- and restaurant-lined way to the MRT station, on our way to visit one of S’s ex-colleague and good friend for the Chinese New Year.
A3 blurted out, “Was Mommy as fat as she is now or thinner when you got married?”
“Was she as ugly as now or prettier?” he continued to provoke.
We knew what the cheeky fella was trying to achieve – some sort of strong reaction from one of us. So, S replied, “She is just as beautiful as the day we met.”
There was a split second of silence as A3 wrapped his mind around S’s reply and searched for a wittier reply to regain his lead. He did say something, but I don’t remember what it was now cos the next wit chimed in.
“If Mommy is just as beautiful as last time, that means Mommy was just as fat last time!”
Another split second passed before the rest of us caught on and split our sides. We had walked right into this one!
A month or so ago, A1 was chosen – after an internal singing competition – to represent her school at an inter-school singing competition. She is fearless about being on stage. Yet, some nights ago, she had a nightmare about no one clapping for her as she stood up after being introduced.
When someone gains fame
At morning assembly in school today, without warning, A1 heard her name over the PA system. She had been zoning out until that moment. Stunned, she obeyed the request for her to stand up, to the sounds of claps and cheers. A teacher had just told the entire school about A1 representing the school this coming Saturday, and encouraged the school to head down to the event to support A1!
A1 was incredulous. Her nightmare was like a premonition, only in real life she received claps and cheers.
However, A1 had wanted to do this competition quietly, without any schoolmates watching. This is no longer to be. Schoolmates kept coming up to her, saying they will be there to support her.
Someone else loses a name
Night. A2 chatted with me. He told me about A1 being introduced at assembly. Thereafter, everyone who saw him either asked him “Are you A1’s brother?”, or referred to / addressed him as “A1’s brother”. A2 jokingly lamented that his name is no longer “A2” but “A1’s brother”!
A4 at CSTD Elite Talent Academy Summer School Camp 2016 concert rehearsal. She and two other girls were playing kick-one-another. One girl (Girl 1) accidentally actually kicked the other (Girl 2). Girl 2 asked A4 to help her kick Girl 1 back.
A4 said, “If I did that, Girl 1 will be angry with me. But if I didn’t do that, Girl 2 will be angry with me.”
She went on, “So I pretended to be paying attention to something else, and kept asking Girl 2 to ‘Wait!’. I kept doing that until the chance to kick Girl 1 was gone. Then I tell Girl 2 ‘I wanted to help you, but now no chance. Sorry.'”. [A mommy friend I much later told this story to commented that A4 must have learnt from my always telling her to wait]
Girl 2 told A4, “It’s OK. I know you would have helped me if you could.”
And so, A4 – clearly pleased with herself, and proud of her own quick-thinking – successfully steered another of life’s political moments.
1:36pm. About to turn in. Have to turn in. An important work meeting continues from Tuesday afternoon’s in the morning. Yet, a part of me is fighting sleep. My body is tired, but my passion wants to stay awake. The passion to keep doing things. (Is this a Singaporean syndrome?)
The Wordbrain game app is calling. … But that’s OK; I can play that on the way to the meeting. The train would be too crowded for me to focus on any serious work while commuting.
Two pieces of work came in earlier on from our writer, awaiting my edits. Urgent deliverables too. But I’ve already stayed up till 5:30am and 3:30am the last two nights to rush out also-urgent deliverables. And I’d be in meeting with the client in the morning anyway; present at the meeting, I cannot work at completing the pieces. … I can confidently do this because I know I can deliver by the end of the day. Our writer delivers good work, and these particular pieces are almost-replicates of an earlier work. … So, OK, I won’t work now. Still, I should hit the sack to stay awake at the morning meeting.
Live (a Little)
But, my dear blog is calling! You’d think I’d be sick of writing; I do it for a living every day! But no! … The past few months I’ve had deep reflections to share. Some about each of the kids, others about parenting, yet others about life’s revelations. I committed them to memory, to eventually blog about each thought. But that eventuality has been evading me. There is never time to sit and indulge in pleasure-writing.
I am blog-less and sleepless for it. Like a fish out of its elements.
This no-real-point entry is just for me to feel like I have re-engaged my beloved blog … just so I can now, at 2:02am, hit the sack and fall asleep in peace.
I will get to blog about the kids, parenting and life again … eventually.
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!