It’s no wonder that I felt short changed at times with regards to my marriage and taking care of the children. Why would I feel that if I’ve got ample help from the other half of mine?

It was a nice 3 days holiday away from the work and world. We came back and the lil’ hub went back to our home instead as usual while I went back to my parents. There wasn’t a plan for the next day but I did expect or hope that the lil’ hub would come around to help since my parents would be busy washing and unpacking everything.

So my day started at 7am when little milo woke up and came to my room. Definitely insufficient sleep if you were to ask me. Parents were exhausted and so I had to look after my OWN child on my own while fighting off the sleeping bugs.


The demanding sister woke up later but as soon as she woke up, she wanted me to accompany her to play the memory game. But it didn’t stop there. It’s time for her antibiotics which I dreaded. Why? For the past few days, I had to spend 30 minutes on average just to feed it to her and ensure that she doesn’t puke it out. It was a test of my patience and it’s wearing out. I’ve still got the requests to watch Youtube again and again, which I had to keep on rejecting.¬†And with little milo learning to walk, his attention for me increases too…

Then I’ve got my mom nagging at the background asking me to unpack my luggage and look after my kids especially the young one, fearing that he will fall down, and asking us not to bring out more toys. But then mom, it’s difficult to do it all together!

Then came the time where I thought I can gather up some energy to continue clearing my to-do’s list to only realise that all had been cancelled out by that cheeky little milkie -.-”’

By then it was around 3pm. An exhausted me finally received a call from the lil’ hub saying that he just woke up (wtf) and he will prepare and come over soon. Great. It was somewhat reassuring since at most he will reached at 5pm. I supposed 2 hours should be more than enough.

I was wrong.

It’s time for antibiotics again and then little milkie started crying (fake cries) and wanted my nephew to come over to play. When he’s here, my little milo became the outcasted one and I had to keep my eyes on him to make sure those 2 older sister and brother never push him. And then this whole look after the kids thing continued all the way till 6pm AND THE LIL’ HUB WAS STILL NOT HERE.

A call to him to check if he’s having dinner tells me that he decided to play some games before coming over. F. You slept till 3pm and still have the cheek to play some games while your wife is trying to keep herself awake and alive?!!!

Chill. I told myself. Chill.

He finally came around 7-ish and then I FINALLY had the time to bathe. Mom was a little sarcastic to him when he asked why I bathed so late. Of course, who wouldn’t?

And then he suddenly said that we should discuss about the details for J-trip. All I did was to stare at him and said, “You felt guilty for not doing anything, right?”. He laughed and admitted. Yes, that again is my lil’ hub and I can’t fault him for it for I married him in this state. I, again, can only blame it on my own decision.

Seriously, it would all still be barely bearable until late at night around 11pm, while I’m trying to get little milkie to sleep, that brainless lil’ hub of mine had to make a stupid comment to say that he wanted to fill in the forms for the bank loan (which basically is telling me that it involves me and I can’t sleep yet).

Dear lil’ hub. You woke up late today, took breakfast and went back to sleep till 3pm. Had lots of peace, quiet and rest before you decided to pop over. Your wife had the opposite. She woke up at 7am against her will and continued to force herself to be awake (because her freaking mom said that the more she sleeps, the more tired she would be – yah, I know, she’s just another manager). She’s exhausted beyond words and while you start work at 10am, she starts work at 8.30am. Wth were you thinking? Or were you not at all?

Sigh… have I rested? The answer is an obvious “no”.

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