mott’s mutterings

I need to dig a really deep deep deep hole. For myself.

Whenever No.1’s classes ends, No.1 and No.2 will have a big race to the car. But, because we have to cross a road, they’d do a skidding stop there. Panting..and waiting for slowpokey mama and her stroller baby.

Well, a few days ago, it was just like normal, but as I approached, No.2 started pointing and shouted outloud to me (yes..they always think I’m deaf), "Why is that boy’s face like that?? Mu-um, why is that boy’s nose like that?"

WHAM! Before I even looked at that boy, I knew who No.2 was talking about.

DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! I was screaming in my head. 

Y’see, this lil boy has some form of genetical disease, not quite Down Syndrome, and to be honest, I’m not quite sure what it is. His face is slightly deformed in such a way that his nose and eyes doesn’t look like the average kid. He’s also slightly blind and walks with a cane. 

No.1’s school is a school that accepts kids with special needs. I’ve seen kids with walking canes, hearing aids and one kid even has a whole bag of equipment (filled with tubes) that he brings everyday. I feel my kids are quite lucky in that sense, to be able to learn and experience about such uniqueness and diversity. 

So… back to the story. I was completely horrified.

I quickly told No.2, "Hey! Don’t point like that ~ it’s rude. He’s just a lil boy, y’know. Just like you".

I saw the mom and she looked at me as if to say, "Your kid is so damn rude! How dare he say such things?"

Ok..I was just imagining she was saying that..who knows what was going through her mind.

So, I quickly said, "I’m so so sorry".

As I said that, I realised she could have interpreted it as, "I’m so sorry that your child looks like that", to which I quickly said again,

"I’m so so so sorry".

To which I realised, she could have interpreted it as, "I’m so sorry that your child was born this way".

Doing a mental shake in my head, I said one more time, "I’m so sorry!".

She just smiled and said, "It’s Ok".

I was not sure if she knew what I meant by "I’m so sorry". I just wanted her to know that I was sorry, No.2 had to be so damn rude! I felt so bad inside!!

Yes yes..he’s just 3 years old and he doesn’t understand a lot of things..and of course is very curious. In fact, he often stares at kids with special needs (when they go shopping) and wonders why they walk/talk like that. This bad slowpokey mama hasn’t been explaining to him much about them!

So..as we walked back to the car, I told him, "You can’t just point at people like that and shout y’know. It’s kinda rude. He’s just a little boy..and he has the same feelings like you".

To which, he replied, "So… if I can’t point like that (he gestures with his index finger)…can I point with my thumb??"

*slaps forehead*

I had earlier taught him how to point politely (and apparently, it’s a Malaysian thing..to point with our thumbs. Aussies here find it utterly hilarious..like we’re mentally handicapped or something!)..and this is the result of my teachings! 

Need a super duper huge dose of superpower.

Mr.T was supposed to fly back this Saturday. It would have been a huge surprise for the boys, as they have no clue when their dad would be back. 

No.2 has been repeatedly saying, "Da-ad is taking a long time to come here. He needs to make lots of money to buy that ticket to come back. He’s not making enough."

And.."I miss him. If I see him, I’ll give him a big hug. A big kiss. And I’ll tell him about my robot ~ it can move again! It has batteries".

No.1…. he’s been really quiet. But I can see his eyes misting whenever No.2 talks about him. 

As for me? It’s not that it’s hard. But, I had already programmed my head to welcoming him again..and I guess this head needs a re-programming again. 

Now..why can’t he fly back?

Damn H1N1. His company is making a huge deal out of it, saying it’s too risky for him to fly back. He might contract the flu, and return and spread it amongst their employees..and ALL OF THEM WILL DIE!

Kiasi-ism at its’ height!

i. need. more. power.  

Someone hand me a tissue, quick!

And..another one!

Yes.. goodbye my lil baby. He’s officially a toddler now. A lil menacing but cheeky toddler.

To me, when a baby starts to walk..that’s when toddlerdom begins.

The mayhem. The chaos. The destruction….

Sigh… He’s just a few days to being 16 months..and I won’t consider him a late walker. I think all my kids developed at their own pace…

Ok ok..I admit..I am not very diligent in marking their milestones….and YES! *rolls eyes* I can’t remember the times when they started walking.

So, yea… there it is. My lil baby gone. Now, a full blown toddler. With a propensity to say "syiok" with the cheekiest smile!

Heh…

Heh..no updates??

No..not busy with FB’s FarmTown. Ok, just a little busy, but not overtaking my life. Yet.

I’ve been updating my other blog. Yea..that one. 

Also, have been busy with real life. Oh..yea, that would be being a real mother! 

I’ve ‘volunteered’ my services twice a month (an addition to my "twice a term" - for No.2’s kinder), as a parent helper in No.1’s class. I tell you, I love the way they learn. Not everyone learns the same thing, the same way.

They are all grouped into groups of 4-5. They sit in their own lil corners and are given diff sets of work to do. As a parent helper, I basically …ahem..

1. Sharpen all pencils. Red and black. Very important ~ these kids need them to do their work. Can’t have kids writing with blunt pencils now, can we? *Shakes head earnestly*

2. Write down today’s date in their ‘take home reader folder". They have to take a book home everyday, and read it. A parent must sign off to verify that they’ve read it. Of course, this Mama here, never bothers to tick it..coz she’s damn-ass lazy. As long as I know he’s read it…it’s good enough for me. 

3. Help the kids, when they raise their hands. This is the fun part. The teacher is normally very busy helping another group, so more often than not, some kids in some groups get stuck. So, yea.. I do enjoy helping ‘unstucking’ them!

…And then…there are the ‘lan tor’ ones. Yes…. the ones that stare glumly at their work. The ones that raise their hands, just to be excused to the toilet for the fifth time. The ones, that asks you that same question over and over again. 

How do teachers do it?? Motivate them?? Challenge them?? Excite them by telling them how wonderful learning is? 

I always feel mentally exhausted after 1 1/2 hours of this. Always. And teachers have to do this everyday! Ok…5 days a week, and sprinkling of holidays in between. But you get what I mean… their futures are invested in your teaching methods and your learning spirit. 

So..woopeedo! Tomorrow…is another day of being a parent helper!

Hi! My name is Rorg, and I’m a real shameless Facebook FarmTown Addict. Just bear with me..

But, at least I am an honest one. Y’see…as I plotted my fields, and planted my seeds, it was really tough to get money to buy more seeds, and to plot more plots. But, through sheer luck, some really great farmers helped me..and I once harvested a HUGE land of pumpkins. From there, my status really skyrocketed. Thanks to the moolah.

So, when I got to a level where I could plant pumpkins, I decided to be noble and help out those who are just starting out. So, whenever I was at the marketplace looking for people to harvest, I would advertise that I only was looking for farmers who were level 1-10. That’s it.

One farmer lady shouted she was level 6. So I hired her. 

When she got to my farm, I decided to check her out. Guess what? She was a freaking level 28. Bloody hell.

I stormed back (as much I could, by clicking real hard on my mouse) to my farm and told her off. She had the cheek to continue harvesting and saying, "So what? I lied?". "It’s just a game, honey".

Man…I was infuriated! I wanted to boot her off my land asap. But there isn’t any "BOOT" function…only a "Report person" function, which really was of no use. It’s like complaining to a Building Management they need to fix their loos, when I am in desperate need of  using it NOW. 

So, this got me thinking…It’s just a bloody game woman. Just a game. Why the heck are you so intense about it? From then on, I decided to hire like 10 people and let them fight it out. More blood, more guts, more glory! Wooo!

Then…I turned around and thought..hey..what the heck am I letting other people reap from my gains?

So..the true blue addict that I am. I created another FB/FT monster.

Urg!

Rorg and Urg to rule FarmTown.

Now..where did I get those names from? So obvious, ain’t it?

I asked No.3, what would be a good name…and that’s what he told me!

So…I got Urg to harvest Rorg’s farm. But since Urg’s farm is just starting out, Rorg can’t be bothered to help Urg harvest. Urg doesn’t care, because Urg gets a lot of money from Rorg’s farm. So much money, Urg can buy a small house, just like that. And more..only problem is, Urg is at a very low level. So Urg is locked out from buying more stuff, even tho Urg has plenty of moolah.

Now… tell me, am I crazy or not?

No..I’m not. Because today, I found out there are other mothers in my son’s school who are also hooked onto FarmTown and we are becoming FB friends…just so, we can become neighbours and be addicts together. 

;)

Psssst…if you are on FB and aren’t my friend yet, and playing FarmTown…please be my friend? So we can be neighbours??? 

Eh…you there…don’t laugh at me lar…  I just need to reach level 34….and I’ll leave Farm Town alone. Forever. Really.

My almost 4 year old lil man, has been reporting he’s been seeing ghosts. Now, if I hadn’t seen "Sixth Sense" or have a hub who also sees ghosts, I would have pooh-poohed the idea.

The problem is, is that this lil man…..everytime he sees a picture of a ghost, he’ll stare intently into it. He’d be staring into the book, the whole day, if I let him. So, that first time, he told me, I told him, I was going to get a special wand (actually it was the kitchen-towel roll holder) and chased the damn ghost away. I made such a drama chasing the damn ghost away, but I could see he felt a bit more relieved. 

The 2 days ago, he told he saw ghosts again! My hair started to rise up again, but I wasn’t sure if he was up to some tomfoolery..trying to trick me into leaving his door/curtains open. So, I asked him back, "Oh? Ghosts? What colour was the ghost?"

"BLUE!" 

"Hmph…fine! I’ll take my special wand again, and chase all the ghosts away, so no more coloured ghost will stay in your room", I replied.

Problem is, I had already recycled that ’special wand’..so I took a magical paper bag and made very loud flapping noises. 

I’m pretty sure tho… another ghost will pop up somehow… and I really wonder, does he really see ghosts?

Gah..

It’s that time again. I have to do real work. Ever since I came back, I seem to be slacking alot. Can’t seem to pick up the pace. 

I’ve been leaving lots of things till last minute. Sucks. 

Especially if it’s owing people some work. Bleargh. Sorry to those of you, who I’ve promised.

I was supposed to come back re-charged. But all I think about now, is escaping again. Sigh… felt so nice to be ‘free’ and ’single’ somehow. Then again, I feel guilty having those feelings.  

The blessed inlaws left yesterday..maybe that’s why I’m feeling so blah. I have to cook my boring dishes again. No more MIL’s food. Despite the fact she normally cooks very healthy food, sometimes, to indulge me, she’ll cook stuff I like. Like that chilli padi fried with ikan bilis. Oh man… I ate so much, my mouth burnt for 1 hour. 

I need someone to yank my cords again. Maybe I can ask that cute swimming instructor at my kids’ swim school. But somehow, he doesn’t look as cute, when he’s on dry land. Heh..I digress.

I really need to get a move on my work. I gotta stop mucking around. Self-motivation… hardest thing to do. Bleargh… 

I was just that.

My expensive babysitters, bless their hearts, have completely spoiled No.3. 

Completely. I don’t blame them, I was the one who encouraged them to. During my trip away, they would sing and entertain him while eating. When it’s time for a nap, he’d yell and scream..and so they would comfort him, sleep with him..and basically sayanged him till he knocked off.

Of course, when I got back…all that stopped. Evil mama is baaaccck! For the first 2 nights, he screamed and cried his heart out. Of course, evil mama knew all his tricks and didn’t bother about him. But the grandparents’ hearts were breaking…and wanted so badly to comfort him. But they knew that it wouldn’t do any good. So..for the first 2-3 nights… the entire household was rocked by his screaming…sometimes, in the middle of the night too. But, after that, No.3 realised that all that yellin’ wasn’t workin’ and was defeated. He promptly went for naps and night sleep without any fuss. 

Then… my other blogsite completely crashed on me. I have been working day n night trying to salvage it…and I can only say this. I really love Exabytes.

They held my hand all the way, locating the problem (trust me..I was a complete doofus) and found solutions for me. All I can say is … THANK YOU EXABYTES!! MUAKS MUAKS MUAKS!

I don’t know what I would have done, if my hosts were completely jackasses. 

And, I’ve still not been able to sleep. I can’t believe it…I think I’m really insomniac. I am sooo doomed.

Incredibly sleepy.

What a break. I seemed to have insomnia when I was there. I could not sleep early. I woke up too darn early. The first morning I was there, I woke up at 4.30am (6.30am here) and wondered why the heck it was still so dark. 

BUT! I had a lot of fun. I felt like I was 20 something again. Just married and on our honeymoon. Mr. T and I look young enough to be on our first honeymoon. Heh… 

I ate so much, walked so much and danced so much. Very impossible with kids. 

I could not help but gloat internally when I saw other young families struggling with their young kids. Heh..how nice it was to feel ‘free’. Could eat with no interruptions. Could mix up the spicy chilli sauces without any thought. Could walk for miles without any whining. Could dance all night and not worry about some curfew. Could drink all night long and not worry about the after-effects.

Those of you who facebooked me, will get to see pictures. Just need to upload them first. Too lazy to upload it here…

I was incredibly restless when I got there. WiFi was at a cost. So, I couldn’t get online as much as I wanted. So, I made Mr.T do lots of things, because if I was lying idle…I would go mad!!!!!!! 

We did so many things, like we used to do before the kids came along. It was nice….just to have him for myself. Talking and doing stuff together.

Can you believe, it was him who bought stuff? I couldn’t even buy anything…I felt like I was in some tourist trap and didn’t want to buy stuff. 

We had such a great time at the wedding. My friend booked a villa, and the ceremony was at their garden overlooking the beach. The company was great, the food ok, the drinks…wonderful!!!! 

I must admit, I didn’t think much about the kids, because I knew they were in good hands. It was a fabulous delicious holiday. All parents should do that.