At 5.30 am, the toddler woke me up to prepare her milk. Hubby was dead tired as he’d just returned from a business trip. You can imagine what the past few days have been for me…
At 6 am, I ran down to the wet market and bought fresh fish, some vegetables, some fruits and Chinese porridge for the kids’ breakfast. I had a big bowl of salad
At 7.30 am, I hustled the kids downstairs to wait for the bus. My boy gave me a preview of his upcoming concert performance – I’ve been running around like a lunatic, I have been out of touch with his school activities.
He’s AMAZING as he had the right tone, facial expressions and gestures – I loved it and was sad when the bus arrived and interrupted his performance…
Nope, I had NOTHING to do with it. Definitely due to his favourite teacher, a wonderfully patient lady he loves to bits. She helped transform this jumpy, wriggly boy who hated writing into Mr. “I LOVE HOMEWORK”
At 7.45 am, I locked myself in the bedroom to grade 3 x 60 assignments, add up the marks, jot down the numbers in SMALL boxes (I have BIG handwriting). Then, I entered the scores into MS Excel, checked the average scores to be sure that nobody’s on the verge of failing…
I also noted some blanks – can you believe there are blur students who DO NOT KNOW they need to hand up assignments? That college = class assignments = marks = PASS?
The toddler had knocked off because she woke up at 4.30 am…
At 8.00 am, I read some funny birthday cards my sisters sent. One of them even wrote how old I am today – ugh, I’m definitely not growing old gracefully…
At 10.30 am, she woke up and started to check out my colourful binders, pens, stapler and etc. I shoved everything into my pencil case and returned to the grading. I had to stop a couple of times to read to her but no biggie.
At 11.30 am, she was ready for lunch. Phew! I continued my work after responding to some text messages from students. Then, it’s off to the bathroom, dress up, load my bag and a quick lunch before I run for the bus.
I continue to read and grade papers on the bus since I have about an hour -_-
After classes, I stayed back to answer some questions and then I catch the 5.00 pm bus, which was relatively empty. Haha, a student wants to play “Draw Something” with me – he’s still trying to find me
I was glad that I caught an early bus home.
Then, a 50 year old lady got up and gave me her seat.
I was like, “Huh, why?”
She gave me a bright smile and said, “It’s OK, you sit down. I’ll stand.”
I was still confused but since I got a lot of bright smiles today, I realize with dread that it’s my dress – she thought I was PREGNANT!!! (Drat that dress)
I smiled sheepishly and said, “No…I’m not pregnant. You sit…”
Then, she was embarrassed and apologized and told me to sit.
By then, 4 men on the right were grinning at me. On my left, 3 old ladies were smiling. Remember the saying, “I wish the earth (or the bus floor) would open up and swallow me whole…???” -_-
I decided to take the seat and yes, take out my pile of papers and grade them. Of course, I got approval from the 7 onlookers because they whispered, “She’s a teacher…”. I ignore them.
At my stop, I smiled at the middle-aged lady to assure her I wasn’t mad – I wasn’t but did it have to happen today???
Furthermore, I got annoying text messages from Hubby asking me if I wanted a cake or a special dinner tonight.
I’m the birthday girl! I shouldn’t be getting such questions!!!
At the doorstep, I took a deep breath and unlocked the door, ready for pandemonium. As usual, the TV is on.
My cute and cheeky toddler runs over to me, shouting, “Mi! Mi! Mi! Pop! Pop! Some pop! Want pop! Some pop!”
Hmm…why does she want a lollipop? Then, I see my firstborn bouncing around with a lollipop. He told me one of his teachers gave it to him because he was No. 1 in finishing his schoolwork. Great.
“No, throw it away. No candy, remember?”
He whines but I yelled, “No!”. He promptly ran into the kitchen and chucked the lollipop into the bin before the dragon breathed fire again.
Thank God the toddler stopped the “Some pop! Want pop! Some pop!”
I *try* to change as the toddler trails me from the hall to the kitchen to the bedroom and finally, I am in the bathroom! No peace as either one of them WILL knock on the door with a question…
The nanny managed to feed the toddler her dinner so I’m home free. I rest on the bed and the toddler throws a book at me, “Read! Read!”. The other one is bouncing on the bed.
I ask him, “Hey, where’s my birthday card???”
He stops bouncing. “Oops, I forgot! I’ll do it now, Mummy.” (He had been counting down to my birthday since March? Then, he forgets the real day. Kids…)
He runs out and runs back with some art block, “Can you tear me a piece of paper, please?” He runs out.
He runs back but then I ask, “What, no colour???” He giggles and runs out again.
I read 4-5 pages to the toddler and he creeps in again with the paper behind his back, “Surprise!!!”. Check it out:
“You are very beautiful every day…” (I told Hubby he must take lessons from the kid hahaha) No wonder he’s always getting candy, erasers, pencils and iPad sessions from the girls!
Then, he gave me a kiss and wished me, “Happy birthday, Mummy.”
When the toddler saw this, she bounced happily up and down, singing, “Happy…day, Happy day…” hahaha
Then, it’s back to “Read! Read! Read book!” This toddler has no mercy O_O
After four more pages of Thomas, the door opened and Hubby pops in with…
A HAAGEN-DAZS ICE-CREAM CAKE!!!
All of us shouted, “Yay!!!” I jumped up and bounced on the bed too LOL (It’s my first ice-cream cake, ok?)
Honestly, I thought he would get the same old chocolate cake from the corner bakery. It’s nice to be surprised, right?
We had a tough time keeping the kids away from the ice-cream cake since one yells, “Cake! Cake! Me, cake! Some cake! Some cake!”
Another one goes, “I want to see the cake. I want to put the candles. I want to help you blow the candles…”
Finally, the cake gets “decorated”:
I almost forgot – just after they blew the candles, my boy ran over and whispered:
“Mummy, you’re my best friend”
Then, he gave me a kiss on the cheek. Sigh! (It’s nice to know I’m still his best friend – read this and you’ll understand)
Then, we had a real Italian pizza, garlic bread and chicken wings for dinner. Yum…there goes my low carb diet today!
A bit more romping around before the toddler runs into the bedroom with her bolster. Then, it’s the big boy’s turn. I sat with with them until they slept.
Hubby came in after his calls to kiss the rascals good night. I got lots of hugs and kisses too. He got a pinch and a kiss. He’s now snoring beside me LOL
A nice day