An almost burnt out mom

I had the most horrible day yesterday. Work was tiring. Then I fetched Nuha from school and stopped by the grocery store. Got home and lugged my grocery haul, I meant to buy ONLY long beans and eggs but ended up with 2 large packs of maggie, a bottle of chicken stock, a pineapple, some lime, chillies, salted eggs, long beans and eggs. I also forgot to grab Nuha's shoes at school so on top of my ever so heavy handbag and 2 large grocery bags, I also had to carry my toddler in one arm. Bear in mind I was wearing 4 inch platforms. 

Toddled my way up to my unit then started with dinner, while my toddler ran in and out of the kitchen- my kitchen has a heavy swinging door so the possibility of my toddler getting her finger slammed by it was huge. Then she got upset that I was home and not attending to her. Switched the tv to Hi5 (the most annoying jumpy colourful ppl u will ever see) and she started jumping along to it, making intervals to run to me to tell me she's upset with me for not playing with her). Everytime she came to me, bouncing up and down and letting out annoyed cries, I had to jump up and down singing the stupid Hi5 song at which point she will remember that Hi5 is in fact on tv and go scuttling back to enjoy the show. This went on five more times. 

I made a chicken, broccoli and tofu dish for her and masak lemak cili padi for her father and managed to locate the blender to make myself some sambal belacan and boil salted eggs. Thank god her dad came home as dinner was almost done and bathed her. I rushed in for a quick shower after she was done before all of us congregated to the front of the tv for dinner (the dining table is too occupied being a shelf to be used for actual dining). I fed her her food and she ate wonderfully for the whole of three mouthfulls. Then she decided it was more fun to spit out the food and smear it all over the floor. This went on two more times. After cleaning the floor I proceeded to eat my dinner at which point she climbed onto me and started throwing a tantrum (on me) for no reason other then not wanting me to eat. 

After a rather lively dinner, I gave her her flu meds, sprinkled with chocolate. She took the entire teaspoon and strained the chocolate with her teeth before hanging her mouth open (chocs safely secured by tounge) to let the meds drip out. my patience was hovering above none at this point. I laid her down on the couch and force fed her while holding her mouth open as advised as her doc. She formed and O with her tiny lips and sprayed me with the meds. OHMYGOD. At this point I wanted to run out the door and go eat ice cream- ALONE!!! why oh whyyyyy!! I was so freaking tireddd!! Now I had to clean the floor from the spit up meds, I had to clean the couch, I had to clean her and I had to clean myself!! AAAAAAArrggghhhhhh!!!!! I took her to the toilet and got her cleaned up- fuming mad that she had done what she did. Then she cried out mammaaaa and planted a kiss on my lips. 

And just like that... I was butter on hot pancake. Why oh Why do u do this to meeeee!!????

We were quietly watching tv when she suddenly got entangled in her shirt. Just like that. On her own. My kid is amazing.

The Beast in the Night

Ok this has nothing to do with being a mama or being a drama. It is just something I NEED to tell you about.

Last night was one of the scariest of my life. I woke up at 12.56am to go to the loo. I switched on the light at the toilet and lo an behold- there was a cockroach by the bathroom mat. It was the size of my foot and I am convinced it was quietly waiting to pounce on me. I stared at it for five mins- I kid u not here. Half feeling the need to look away coz my eyeballs were going all 'geli' just looking at it and half afraid that if I turned my back on it, it was gonna come after me and crawl into my ear and eat my brains. After the long five mins spent squabbling with the voices in my head- look away!! dont look away!!- I reached on my dresser for the only thing within my reach that was heavy enough to squash it with (ambitious ok), a large bottle of baby powder. Then I realized that it could very easily climb onto the powder bottle before I could squash it and it would crawl all d way up the bottle and onto my arms before crawling into my ear to eat my brains. I figured that I needed to be a level higher so I could throw it onto the thing and looked around again and the only thing that was light enough for me to grab was the single seater chair (that was sposed to be my breastfeeding chair). 

By now I had been watching the huge beast for close to ten minutes and I was sure it wasnt gonna move anytime soon. No, it enjoyed torturing me too much. It was so still even its antennae wasnt moving. I pushed the heavy chair accross the bedroom and at one point I noticed hubs's head popping up and watching me with a 'WTH' look. We proceeded to stare at one another for a few seconds with me trying to telepathically send him an SOS and he was trying to figure out if he was dreaming of his wife doing crazy things at this ungodly hour or if his wife really was nuts. I finally went 'TOLONG I KOTT!!!'. I said 'For once please kill it instead of catching it and releasing it somewhr bcoz it knows whr I live and it WILL COME BACK!!!!. He took the talcum bottle and squashed it!! EEEWWWWW!!! I heard the crunch of its body and when hubs was done I saw the bug juice stain on the floor. EEEEWWW EEEEWWWW EEEEEWWWWW!!! I fell asleep two hours later, still trying to erase this horrible memory from my mind. 

I woke up at 6am and proceeded to the bath with my phone. I wanted to snap a pic of the dead beast to share with all u guys. Imagine my horror when I couldnt find the body!!!!! I felt like I was in a murder movie where the good guy kills d baddie then goes to call the cops and comes back to find the dead bad guy gone!!!! I finally located it inside the toilet lying face up and its freaking antennae were STILL MOVING!!! I swear these guys will survive a nuclear attack if it ever happened. I took my heavy body scrub jar and threw it on top of it and when hubs headed in for a shower- it was still bloody alive. I would have C4-ed it if I had any. I asked hubs to flush it, but I'm regretting it now. What if it comes back and bites me in the butt- literally!!!

Look at the size of that thing!! I almost very nearly died!!

Things Nuha can do in seconds

1. Open the kitchen cabinet and scatter all 'besens' and colanders I have. All these while I turn my back to stir something on the stove. I will then proceed to step on one of those things and fall.

2. Somehow procure one shoe and dip them fondue style in the toilet bowl.

3. Throw a bottle (glass) of ketchup out of the shopping cart she is in- while flashing me a toothy grin.

4. Run out the door (which her dad left open while running in to grab the car keys) and run straight to the huge garbage bin outside our home.

5. Take a HUGE bite of her foam ball.

6. Grab that piece of chocolate I was about to eat- with her mouth.

7. Stand on tippy toes in between me feeding  her spoonfulls of dinner and grab my books on the shelf (she can reach them already oh noooo!!) and proceed to make streamers out of them.

She's growing up so fast I just want to press the freeze button and savour her baby smell for a little while more!!

She turned one 2 weeks ago and we held her birthday party last week. That would be a whole other post. Here's a picture of her seeing lit candles for the first time.