Stressful drive home

Those of you in KL are familiar with what a heavy downpour does to peak hour traffic. What more, we are forced to accelerate through landslide city and tree-falling town avoiding mishaps of impending accidents (we love living the dangerous life – not), except that when there is a thunderstorm, we can hardly do just that. Instead, we are trapped amongst raged convicts out to crash into you and your car, in a parking lot. It is extremely stressful, to say the least.

Before leaving my mother’s home yesterday evening, I had asked Tee a million gazillion times to eat her dinner but her mind was focused like a scientist on a new experiment, on her jigsaw puzzle. It is her new ‘leave Mummy alone’ hobby. Tearing her away from it is like asking a fish to live out of water. Running out of patience, I decided that we will just rush home and feed her later. Half of me felt she ought to learn that when it is time to eat, you EAT.

So. A kung-fu match, fishmarket bartering and several bribes later, we were on our way.

“Mummy, I’m hungwy. I need to eat my satay now.”

After a telling off, I casually asked my husband (whom we had just picked up from work) to reach out for a satay stick that I’d packed along. He expelled a flat no. The Hubs does not like food on the go and felt a satay stick in the car was too dangerous. Tee could potentially stab poke herself as the car jerked. Immediately sensing her father’s refusal, Tee started whining that she was staaaaaaarrrr……………………..vvvving and really needed to eat her satay NOW. So I requested that he fed her instead, he could peel it off and stuff it into her mouth. Negative. A heavy metal head pounding row ensued and I felt guilty for not force-feeding her before we left.

Great.

Not only was I fighting with other motorists on the road to inch forward, there was a family feud happening right inside my car. Thu Hubs and Tee, the 2 loves of my life, are also the most uniyielding bulls in this entire Universe. The squabbling continued.

But suddenly, Tee changes strategy.

“Mummy, I need to shi-shi.” (go for a wee)

Oh, barmy ducklings! Of all the times to go for a wee, she has to go when we’re right smack of a thunderstorm traffic jam in the middle of a highway, nowhere near home. Or any other toilet facility for that matter.

Another telling off streams to deaf ears and Tee insists she is sewious (serious) and really needs to wee. Thank heavens for Tommy Tippee Potettes, I actually had her foldable potty in a plastic bag under the car seat.

“Quick, get it out before she wets her car seat.” I motioned to the Hubs.

“No. She has to learn.” He pigheadedly declined.

“What? Are you sure? What about the car seat?” My motherly instincts felt for my daughter as I knew how sweatful it was when you couldn’t go when you really had to go. I also worried about the expensive Eddie Bauer Cosco Juvenile being smothered in piss. No………!!!

“Well, if she wets her car seat, we take it out and she doesn’t go out anymore.” The Hubs said as a matter of factly. Surely, he was kidding. If I knew him any better, he would be the first to fly into a flipping rage if Tee wet her car seat.

“Mummy, I really need to shi-shi now. I can’t wait any longer….” Tee pleaded.

A circling carousel of Tee insisting she needed to wee, me assuring her to hold on and that we would be home real soon and the Hubs refusing to bring out the potette, ran for the next 20 minutes entire drive home that went on for…….ever. His rationale was that if we allowed her to wee in the car, she would refuse to go wee before we left for any journey in future, thinking she could always wee in the car. Fair enough. As long as HE dealt with the wet car seat.

Was it stressful? It was multi-tasking at its best with bubbling blood reaching escalating heights way above my short frame. I didn’t think she was going to make it. I imagined the Hubs fury when she wet her car seat. I could hear the potential cryings and the scoldings…….as I tried to drive as fast as I could. In a traffic jam.

When we finally pulled into the parking lot and rushed our way up, I was still coaxing, “Hold on, Baby….just a little longer.”

And Tee threatened, “I can’t hold any longer. I need to shi-shi…..Mummy!!!”

Finally, the front door throws open. Bags drop.

“Let’s go, let’s go. Run into the washroom!” I urged when I noticed that she didn’t rush to the washroom on her own accord.

She just stood there. Pause.

She looks up at me gingerly with those marble eyes,

“I want to eat my satay first.”

“WHAT??!!! I thought you really needed to wee!!! YOU GO AND WEE NOW! IF YOU CAN EAT YOUR SATAY FIRST, IT MEANS YOU DON’T REALLY NEED TO WEE. YOU SAID YOU NEEDED TO WEE. WHAT IS ALL THIS NONSENSE?! I DON’T LIKE THIS. YOU DON’T TELL ME YOU WANT TO EAT YOUR SATAY NOW WHEN FOR THE LAST HOUR YOU SAID YOU NEEDED TO WEE! NOW GO!!”

“Yes, but I’m hungwy now so I need to eat my satay first.” She reasons, setting her priorities straight.

Telling off Number Three is practised whilst the Hubs nods knowingly, “See?? She’s done that to me before.”

I go to my room and close the door shut.

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5 thoughts on “Stressful drive home

  1. For a moment, i thot i was looking at my own composing as i read the 4th last para where u chided Tee off. Hahaha…. Tee is just like Alycia. One moment wah, so want to poo poo but because she’s worried her sis will steal her crackers, she retreated from the loo when i brought her there and said her poop couldnt come out & she wants to eat crackers. 15 mins later, she pooped on the toilet floor when she couldnt pull her pants down fast enuf. Aarrggh……

    I laughed so hard when I read this. Toddlers are just one of a kind, aren’t they? They are a whole different species altogether!

  2. OMG, r u sure she’s just 2 yro?! Guess ur DH knows her better! I just luv to read T tales!

    Actually, the other day, a friend who has a kid exactly the same age as Tee mentioned that her son was 2 years and 9 months and I suddenly realised, Oh My God….Tee is no longer 2 and a half! She is almost 3!!! Time flies too quickly…..

  3. haha! yr princess knows how to manipulate youlah. Sucker!!

    I can never tell when she is telling the truth anymore. Like whenever I ask her if she has brushed her teeth or taken her vitamins or drank her milk, she is always bullshitting me, man. I always have to double check with the Hubs if she really did whatever it is, and then he will tell me the opposite of what she had just told me. I tell you, these kids learning how to fib at such a young age. I wonder if they know they are fibbing? Or they cannot remember? Or what?

  4. she’s winning. you’re losing. i’m also losing in my house too. toddlers are stronger and smarter!! 🙂

    You’re kidding, right?

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