A Mother’s Monologue

…..when she allows you to have a crap all by yourself.

For the last 2 and a half years of her life, Tee never liked being alone. What more, she’d rather be stuck in a cubicle of tarantulas with such a stench than be alone, most especially in a thunderstorm. She isn’t called my shadow for nothing.

Today there was a thunderstorm. We were in the living room doing whatever we do and suddenly, I felt the urge. I told her that I had to go and asked if she’d like to follow me or wait out here.

“No, no…Mummy, you can’t go!! I’m scared of the thunder!”

“Whaddya mean I can’t go? I can’t control these things! You decide. Are you in or out?”

Like a little girl who’d blossomed overnight into a young lady, she announced, “I’ll wait outside in the bedroom. I will bring my toy.”

So she follows me into the bedroom with her ABC machine and tells me rather politely that she will wait for me on my bed. Really? Nodding rather self-assuredly. Yes, really.

“I don’t want to smell stinky poo!” she exclaimed with her little fingers wriggling in front of her nose.

Oh my God!

This is my passport to freedom! I’ve got to start having daily craps now. Hey, maybe twice or thrice daily! I’d bring my laptop, ipod, junk food, nail polish and just hang out!

Now if only my bathroom was that of the Peninsula Hong Kong penthouse gazing the views of the ocean.

*sigh*

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