March 22, 2010

Trying Not to Crack

I just came back from Countdown and let me just say grocery shopping had never felt so good today. It wasn't because of the buy-one-free-one promotion on selected Arnott cookies or the discount on those Weight Watchers cereals. No, none of that. It was because I could be alone for an hour not having to worry about Alva scratching her blisters or Alden running her over with his bike. I just wanted to be alone so badly.

Don't get me wrong. I love my babies to pieces but sometimes I can't help feeling trapped having both of them so attached to me. I can hardly do anything at home cos Alden sticks to me like super glue. He follows me everywhere and he gets really annoyed when I leave him alone in the living room, even for five minutes.

This morning, while he was watching Dora the Explorer, I snuck out to the bathroom with little Alva and closed the door leading to the hallway. I didn't think he'd notice cos he was so engrossed in his cartoon. As I was about to get Vava into the tub, I heard him shouting "Mama, Mama, Mama" at the top of his lungs. Crap! He did notice! He started banging on the door hysterically, shouting "mama! no! no! no!", louder this time. I was tempted to open the door but I knew that would invite more trouble. If I let him in, all three of us would've gotten wet. So I shouted "Wait! Just wait for mama k?" and continued bathing Vava hurriedly.

After a minute or so, he went really quiet and he stopped crying altogether. This got me worried cos whenever he's quiet, he's got something up his sleeve. As I was about to get Alva out from the tub, I heard him rummaging through the lower kitchen cabinets, as if searching for something. There was a lot of funny noise and I knew he was up to no good. After a few seconds, I heard a loud thump on the floor. Oh crap! I quickly wrapped Vava in a towel and dashed to the kitchen. As fate would have it, I was too late. The damage was done.


My three year old went amok and in less than a minute he had managed to crack all 30 fresh cage eggs. ALL OF THEM. Six were cracked on the floor, spattered all over the kitchen creating one big goowey mess. Can you imagine how hard it was for me not to flip at that very moment? No, I guess you can't. 
As I was saying I love my baby to bits but sometimes, he can be a real monster. When that happens, all I need is some Me-time.  

6 comments:

Kay Ayim said...

adui kesian juga kau kan Liz, but i guess its because he only has u & daddy and baby alva is too small to play. Well, if its any help jz think about u coming home in June? I really tot he was looking for a screwdriver to unlock the door..haha..Never mind it gives u the excuse to go to countdown.

JIPP said...

Oopss. Alala.. he got meradang ba kan.. hehe.. but then, kids..

karulann said...

Aduh.... I really really salute you for not flipping as you see the eggs... If it were me, even my nephew I would be shouting all over the place... :) Being a mom is really an honor...

Lizeewong said...

Kay - Yes...I can't wait to go back in July and leave the babysitting to my mom & sis :)

Jipp - He was beyond meradang hehehe

Karul-Tq moi..I would've shouted but my neighbour was still in bed (awal pagi ba ni). Need to read more tips on behaviour management for tots :(

chegu carol said...

atukoi...punya mengamuk si alden.
sabar betul oh mau jadi mommy ni....

Lizeewong said...

Iya ba Kay, susa betul mau sabar..Tu muka mau crack suda tgk gaya dia ni :)