Monchies were grounded for two full days recently. Seriously grounded! And that means no iPod, no TV, no PS3. And the worse was, no Table Soccer! Worse because I just got them the Table Soccer – merely ten minutes before they got grounded!
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The salahlaku was fighting in public. Fighting to open the door of the shop where we went and got the Table Soccer. Apakah!
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The story is, both of them have not been in school this week. The cough, the lungs infection, the temperature, you name it. Luckily it is the final week of Term 2 and the exam, for Kitreena, is done and over. Though I don’t like them being absent, I know the coughing can be really tiring. I have been having the same package deal since the first week of March, for goodness’s sake. I know!
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And with the bugs going around, I wanted to make sure Monchies recover steadily at home as much as I wanted the bugs to not spread to other kids. It could be nasty in this kind of weather. Anyway, Monchies have been taking it easy at home. So much so that we were like a bunch of house-arrested ex-cons for three days! Yeah, I arrested myself as well.
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So on Tuesday I took them out to get some sunshine, while I had to go out to get some food supply (for some reason I’m making it sound like I live 3 days horse-cart-ride away from the nearest Prairie town). And on the same day, lunch was at a good restaurant. Nothing fancy, just good. Anything that was not in our kitchen was supposedly ‘good’ after three days of home-cooked food.
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Done with the grocery, done with lunch, and on our way to the parking bay, I remembered to get me a new peppermill. The old one lost its screw and like some good ole things that are not worth repairing, I accepted the fact that I had to find a replacement. I had to move on. I mean I didn’t have to move on. I just moved on, for peppermill’s sake.
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Edrick was the happiest because he knew we were going to the House of Presentation where he wanted to go for the ‘table soccer thingy’ the last time he seriously merajuk (because I said no). So we went in this time. And so, other than the peppermill thingy for me, I got Monchies the table soccer thingy, and also the lesung batu thingy to replace the old one – also broken. There! All was supposed to be well in the House of Mesra. Or so you think?
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But noooooo! Some munchkins had to be monsters at the end of the day by fighting in public. Great! Excellent! Do it again, people! I dragged Monchies, Bibik, the peppermill thingy, the table soccer thingy and the lesung batu thingy quickly to the parkade, paid the ticket and got in the car. There they had it! My peace talk! Even Bibik got her little jentik for not stopping Monchies from bercekau.
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Lucky no one got burried underground. Just grounded! (And not pounded either.)
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Glossary for Neil:
salahlaku = wrongdoing
Apakah? = What’s with that?
lesung batu = mortar and pestle
jentik = flick
bercekau = row
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