The whole reason why I created this blog is to rant and share my experience as a young mother and I realized heck! non of my posts really talk about my day at home with my boys.. So here's one:

Today was one of those days when I just want to hide myself under my quilt and escape from the world. Run away from my responsibilities and frustration. Away into a world of peace and nothingness. Unfortunately it wasn't a day to be.

I woke up at 5am to prepare sahur for Hubby and myself. After eating, Hubby left for work and I couldn't go back to sleep immediately so I hung around in the livingroom until lil' Kd came pitter-pattering from our bedroom looking for me.

Taking him back to bed I finally managed to fall asleep at 6am.. At 7, Khalis woke up looking for his Daddy and threw a fit (at god darn 7 in the morning) when I told him he's at work. Groggily I went back to sleep.. It must have been a minute or so when Khalis announced that he needed to poo so I dragged myself out of bed and decided I might as well get up for good..

While ironing his school clothes, I could hear "Mummy... Wash..." Heaving a sigh, I washed him and put him under the shower and went back to my ironing. After I was done, I went to soap him up, rinse him off, dry and dress him. At this point Kd woke up all ready to play.

I went into the kitchen and grunted at the unwashed dishes and uncleaned kitchen. Dang it!

So I hastily prepared the boys' breakfast and washed the dishes while they ate. Halfway through Kd boy was done and he was covered with yogurt from head to toe! Afraid he would soil his toys and furniture, I quickly carried him to the bathroom and cleaned him up. Since he's been wearing his diaper overnight, I thought I would let him run free for a bit while I get back to my forsaken cleaning up.

Somewhere at the back of my head I knew I shouldn't let him run around without his diaper on but I just chose to ignore it. Soon enough, I heard a 'shhhh' and trickle on the floor. Wide-eyed I ran to him, picked him up and rinse him off in the shower. Went out to clean up the mess and looked at the clock which says 8am. We're suppose to leave the house in 10 minutes! I'm still in my pjs, haven't taken my shower, oh did I mention all this while my freaking nose is runny like a leaky tap and sneezing my head off?

Trying my best to keep cool and finally finishing up the kitchen, I heard Khalis shout "Mummy! Kd boy pee!" (Vein pops) How was I suppose to know he's going to pee again in less than 5 minutes?? Yet again I took him to rinse off and this time dress him up as well. I'm in no energy to do another cleaning.

By the time we were done and ready to go.. It was already 8.30.. Khalis was late and I've groceries to do.. And I'm already exhausted from my morning nightmare...

After dropping Khalis off at school, I went to Tesco with lil Kd boy with me. Did my round of groceries and was annoyed at the amount of people there. Vege corner is my last and my most unfavourite place. Everyone will simply leave their trolleys in the middle of the walkway while they weigh their things. I pushed my trolley to the right; oops it's blocked.. to the left; oops block again. Sigh! By the time I was done, I only had 15 minutes to run home and put the perishable foods in the fridge and go pick up Khalis from school.

Not wanting to do more than one round, I decided to be Superwoman and carried a whole lot of groceries at one time. Mind you, it's a good 200m walk from the carpark to my house (including steps) so by the time I reached, I was huffing and puffing like an old dog.

Quickly shoving the veges, fruits and yogurt into the fridge; I then start off to Q-dees. I came home only to find out that I've left the fridge door open while in a hurry. Sigh my day is just perfect!

By the time I was done putting everything in their places, prepared boys' lunch and wash up (yet again) it was already 2pm. I needed to sit down.. Ignoring the washed laundry which is still in the washer.. waiting..

Even while I'm typing this, I have 2 monkeys climbing all over.. sitting and bouncing on me like I'm some sort of a mini obstacle course. At this point I feel like stretching out my arms like the Hulk and making everything fly.

Can I just go into my room and sneak under my covers now?

Oh no wait.. Can't. Now I've to prepare dishes to break fast...

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