So off abang go to Switzerland today. But yesterday wasnt an easy day for us. Abang and me had a new personal experience as parents yesterday. It was the first most adventurous day along my mommyhood journey. Or should I say it’s just the beginning? Out of the blue, my children, as if they got a shared hunch about their daddy is leaving them for a while, have gone berserk!
Our day started normal yesterday, abang sent Aqeef to school, I fetched him, brought him and Aminah to the health centre by bus, end up with the therapist had cancelled our session. Then brought them to a new playground nearby, and that’s where everything went off the line. Aqeef and Aminah enjoyed the playground so much, they didnt want to come home.I had to persuade them, but they kept saying “No no no”. When I tried to chase them, they both ran alternate ways. At one point I managed to catch Aminah, and tried to put her in the easy fold pushchair, she struggled, shook he body with all her energy, and the pushchair fell sideway. We spent an hour and half at the playground alone. On our way home, in the bus Aqeef didnt want to sit with me. He wanted to sit at the back of the driver. The pushchair area is at the middle of the bus. So I have to stand up in the middle of the bus keeping and eye on Aqeef while making sure Aminah’s pushchair didnt fall off because unlike the tandem buggy, this easyfold is really light, even with a child in it, once the bus take a lap, it is very likely to go backward. When the bus stopped to pick passenger, Aqeef tried to get off the bus using the front door. He knows it wasnt our stop yet but he just wanted to try because it looked fun! I shouted his name while running towards him but he already back off at that moment wearing his most innocence face like ” it’s only mommy who makes fuss about everything, I am fine”. I swear to God I saw him tried to get off the bus seconds before that! Everybody in the bus threw a funny smirk at me.
When we arrived home, luckily they both were too tired harvesting their own sweat at the playground. After a bottle of plain water for everyone, they went for their evening nap. I managed to do few things around the house.And when I finally remember about packing abang things, Aminah woke up, and without waiting any longer she went to Aqeef’s bed and stormed him with kisses and finally Aqeef was wide awake too. I went all over the house looking for abang’s clothes, wondering where they all gone and eventually found a basket full of dirty laundry under Aqeef’s bed. I point no one else but Aminah. She’s the only one in this house who finds clothes, be it clean or dirty, very interesting. She can spend hours putting on clothes to herself, not only hers but even daddy’s shirt and pants. So I rush downstairs, did laundry, because almost all the clothes abang wants to bring to Swiss are dirty. Then I remember our dryer machine doesnt work really well this lately. I rush upstairs, in an attempt to find what’s wrong with the machine. At that time I already had this suspicious feeling about how quiet my children were. They shut the main room door and played in it and it was really silent. But I resume my intention to the back room to the dryer machine. About a few seconds I already managed to pull out the problem. The machine is still in a very good working order it’s just the pipe to channel out the hot fume was facing towards the wall, leaving it no space to deliver out its content so the fume went back into the machine thus couldnt dry up our laundry. After putting it in the correct way, I ran (literally ran) to main room. And there were two young mild (I really mean mild, not wild) menace in their own adventure. Aqeef was trying to put Aminah in abangs luggage and successfully did so. He also manage to pull up the zipper. Aminah was inside the luggage thumping and knocking. And all the things I’ve put before already went under the bed. I had to crawl there to get them back. When I finish doing the luggage, they already went downstairs.
So while they were playing in the living room, I went to the kitchen. Thinking about cooking some rendang ayam and vegetable soup. Both abang’s favourite. Then abang suddenly appeared in front of the door. At 4 in the evening. And he didnt tell me he will come home earlier. He brought some food for him and the children. When I told him I want to cook rendang, he sighed. Then he said “Sayang pulak kalau tak makan makanan ni dah beli. Nanti macam membazir pulak”. So he ate the food. Around 8 I finished cooking, and abang managed to be hungry again. As hungry as a Kedah born man who work in a paddy field and constantly needs rice haha. But when I went to the living room, the children have already ran an amok again. This time they tore their fried chicken to small pieces and fed them to their toys. I wore my strongest face and cleaned them up as quick as possible while abang serving the food for our dinner. When Aminah saw her daddy was serving dinner, she climbed he booster seat. Abang left her for a while and went to the kitchen to take plates and drink and without wasting any chance of not being watched and told what to do, Aminah poured a jar full of coins into a bowl of hot vegetable soup. So we have to disposed the untouched soup, because I am not willing to risk ourselves to unknown viruses or copper taste vegetable soup. We dont know where the coins have been before, whose pocket they came from.
After dinner, me and abang went upstairs to pray. Aqeef and Aminah didnt want to come along. They wanted to play downstairs. And that was our big mistake. Letting them taking charge of themselves! After we have done performed our prayer, we still upstairs. abang asked me to help him ironing his clothes while he re-pack his luggage, put everything that I missed that evening. When we were done, I went downstair together with him. While we went down the staircase, I said “Bau apa ni. Bau sabun. Kuatnya. Baju tadi tak bilas bersih ke”. Abang agreed with me and not a few stairs after that abang peek in the kithen (our kitchen is parallel to the staircase) and he did istighfar, loudly in a very angry tone. A very disturbing thing had happened in our kitchen!
Aqeef and Aminah took out every detergent and mix them together and tried to wash the kitchen floor. You can see the orange brush at the left of the pic. When we caught them, Aqeef was scrubbing the floor using the brush and Aminah was mixing the compound in the pail. Strong chemical odour from the bleach burnt my eyes. But it was very fine with them. They were laughing and enjoying the new task as mommy’s kitchen cleaner. The house housing association and anybody who value the house as safe to be stayed in, have long thought about this, that’s why they supplied us with a key for the detergent cabinet, to keep the detergent and chemical out of the reach for children, but we never used the key, we never locked the detergent cabinet because never in our most sane thinking would ever think that
this kind of thing would ever happened!
And the night didnt end yet. After abang took them to bath and put them in their pjs they played in the main room. Me and abang were sorting out the mess they did in the kitchen. A box of 1kg laundry powder, a bottle of bleach for floor, a bottle of softener and toilet cleaner were drained to empty. Luckily they didnt know how to open the spirit bottle. But there was an attempt to take off the cap from the bottle. Aqeef’s teeth mark were all over the cap.
When we went upstair, things happened again. Abang’s clothes from the completely packed luggage has gone scattered! Aminah was in the luggage and Aqeef was laughing happily. At that point I tend to lose my patience but abang said they just feeling something is wrong that’s why they did everything they have done. So we re-packed the luggage and tried to put them to sleep. But they didnt want to sleep. They jump on the bed, they laugh, open the curtain, went into closet and scream. Abang even asked me, “What did you feed the kids today? Why they become incredible different”. I dont know where was wrong. I think I feed them normally. It just happens.
Things like this did happened once. When abang was about to go to a conference somewhere in the UK. Aqeef got a hunch about it and started to bust out his rage. But that was one year and half ago. At that time, Aminah was only a month old. Yesterday was different, with the combined energy of two outraged toddlers, it really cramp me to the bone. I felt like crying and the best thing I can think of is to return to my mum comfort and pampering. But she is too far. I have to take everything down the gut all by myself. Of course abang was around but he is a father and I am a mother. It will never be the same. I guess gone are the days when Aqeef was a quiet baby. Every housemate (yes we used to live in a shared house for about 3 months when Aqeef was a infant, when we first brought him to London) was admiring his calmness and cuteness as a baby.
Abang planned to go to the airport at 3 in the morning. So he wanted to sleep from 12 to 2.30. But he didnt get his sleep because the kids were awake until 1.30 in the morning! He was scheduled to fly from Gatwick not from Heathrow. So it’s a bit far from our house. I kept telling abang not to miss his train from victoria to gatwick because I was worried that he might fall asleep at victoria and didnt make it to board on time!
Today abang sent an SMS to me saying he arrived Switzerland safely. the kids woke up looking for daddy I told them daddy went to work. Aqeef doesnt go to school today. Aminah woke up with a happy face because Aqeef is home. Everything seems to be still under control as of this time. I hope things will be as good as when they were babies untill abang returns home!