Everything reminds me of Bibik. The kids’ pyjamas ironed and folded neatly in the drawers. The Sunlight dish soap bottle standing upside down by the kitchen sink for its last 10 drops. The Brabantia ironing board she liked so much. The broken hangers she saved for rainy days (when the laundry’s aplenty). The last grocery list she handwrote spelling diapers as daipes. Even the mop and her favorite Apple-scent Daia floor freshner remind me ever so dearly of Bibik.
Me monchies, on the other hand, have gracefully moved on and are getting used to not having Bibik already. They had their induction month in Moscow. I did too. But coming back to House Mumber Firrtee-One seems to have sent me back to square one – phase two. Not only it is a much bigger place than that of my Bukit Pokrovsky, I feel like I am missing out on my ME time now that house chores are back on my KL-Menjerit list. (Jeritan batin di Moscow tak siapa mendengar, no worries!)
Aaannnyways, I am not complaining. It is – no matter how much I kick, scream and yell about it – getting a lot easier with Kitreena and Edrick. We had fun today at Kizsports, the three of us – The Three Monchketeers. We had fun on Saturday at Untoo Ween’s house and later at the hospital visiting with Grandma. It was fun despite Edrick’s teething episode and Kitreena’s constant needs to be physically active – daily swimming, or running, or catching frisbee or Billy… our poor neighbor’s cat.
It is getting so much easier that I could actually start this entry while me monchies were playing at Kizsports! No more stroller, no more daipes, no more milk rations, bottles or bottle-brush, no more car seats even! Yeah we will not leave home without the wet wipes yet. But that is because of my mild OCD mind. Poor kids! I mean, really. Who doesn’t have wet wipes in her handbag? I have long thought that it is the best invention second only to lightbulbs!
I did let my mind go wander there for a bit. I just saw Bibik’s favorite toast-spread in the pantry. Her nutella.
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