During the weekends, that is Saturday and Sunday to us in the land of Tees (in Kota Bharu, the weekend is Friday and Saturday, did you know?), T1 spends it with Nana (and Tok-Tok, if he’s not working) so the Hubs and I are usually free to have wild sex, how I wish do the house chores and if we’re lucky, catch a dirty movie at the cinema with baby. We have thought of several ways we could do this WITHOUT baby like pay the relos big bucks to take her in for the night, or drugging her with valium and leaving her for a long sleep at home alone or leaving her in a paddling pool of a hundred marvelous boobs just outside the cinema doors, but none of our ideas have materialised for various reasons. *sigh*

This weekend however, Nana had to attend some course at the Securities Commission so we had T1 with us to irritate us deliver us joy. Yes, T1 my first born, my joyful one………

We started the day off by sending Nana off to the SC, a pleasant drive where T1 asks Nana why she has to go to school when she is so old and since she was late for class, would she have to get detention or stand in the corner of her class? Then, T1 and I, impulsively stopped by Mont Kiara’s Pelita to grab some roti canais. She’d already had breakfast but she said she had room for some roti and the smell from the highway was way enticing. Even when I suffered from sinusitis! We had prime parking right in front, oh how I love early mornings…..

The nasi kandar dishes were all marching out fresh and piping hot from the Amah’s kitchen at 8.30am and damn it, despite already ordering a roti for myself, I couldn’t resist and ordered a packet of chicken curry rice as well. IT WAS SO GOOD. Big yellow smiles all over my big tummy.

After breakfast, the Hubs whipped everyone into getting a move on house chores so we each had to get off our pampered bottoms to do some work. On a Saturday? Gee! I was in charge of laundry which I slowly attempted and this kind of fused into packing for Australia instead. Much more fun! We have to pack, right??? T1 was in charge of keeping T2 safe as she was crawling all over the house putting all sorts of new things that came her way into her mouth (slippers, boogers, stale Cheerios, you name it) and the Hubs cleaned. It’s not my fault that I’m allergic to dust. *Saint look*

So there we were, the 4 of us, working away whilst Alicia Keys reminded us of our great time in New York. And boy, did we dream…..

Before we knew it, it was past 3pm so we gobbled up a simple lunch that the Hubs abbacadabra-ed and T1 and I set off for the kids library out in PJ to return her books. When we arrived, I’d discovered that I’d left my phone at home. Drats! We were due to pick Nana up some time in the evening but had to wait for her cue. After a quick browse at the library where I hand picked 6 books for T1 (she picked 4 because she was so slow! She’d sit and read and read, and read the entire story before deciding if she’d wanted to borrow a book! What is the point then!), we exited and made a dash home, just in case Nana called for us.

But on the way home, since we passed the SC on the way, T1 suggested we swing by to check if Nana was done and if she wasn’t, then we’d just wait for her there. No need to waste gas in driving out again, what a clever girl. So I did a sharp left turn *screech* and managed not to kill anyone, parked right in front of the SC driveway and got down with T1 and T2 in my shorts, looking like a farmer, and asked the security guard at reception if I could enter to look for my mother.

He said sure! But they are done. Did she wear a white T-Shirt? No, I don’t think so. Most of them have already left, but you can go in to look. How dangerous was I with 2 kids in tow anyway? HAH! You’d be surprised!!!

As we arrived at the large full height atrium, reminiscence of designing the building back in 1997 flooded back with smiles and I had to tell T1 that Mommy designed this building together with some friends. I remember how complicated the math for the roof was but I got it worked out. I told T1 that there was a bomb proof basement below and she asked if I’d designed the cool glass lifts too? Absolutely. The building does look very worn out, I suspect poor maintenance as the culprit. No Nana in sight.

After T1 was happy with her investigation of the building that Mommy worked on, we left for home sure that Nana must’ve called Daddy to pick her up instead.

As soon as we arrived home, I touched Daddy’s car and it was cold! Perhaps Nana took a taxi? Or got a friend to give her a lift? The case of the disappearing Nana! We hurried upstairs and shouted, “NANA!!!”

NO NANA!

We looked under the couch, behind the cupboards and under the beds. Inside the treasure chest? No Nana.

What happened to Nana? Was she sent to detention because she was late or was it because she fell asleep in class since it was sooooo borrrrriiiinnngggggggg and when the class ended she was still asleep and nobody noticed her? Or maybe she got lost going to class as she was late and….. she could still be wondering around the Securities Commission? Or maybe she slipped out at lunch and decided to go shopping instead like all the other times when she had to go to the Securities Commission for ‘class‘? Gee, I wonder where I inherited this skiving genes from and hope that it has not been passed onto T1 and T2!

SO WHERE WAS NANA??????

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