well of cos I have no idea when terrible twos will end. Unfortunately it doesn't happen like the way I answer my friends. How I wish that's the way it is!
So as dajie wished ting happy birthday and told her that's the last day of her terrible twos, I was secretly laughing inside my heart. Probably knowing too well, dajie followed by saying, "but the beginning of terrifying three!"
On ting's birthday, our family went for a short getaway to port dickson. it was meant to be a trip with my in-laws. Unfortunately fil's boss didn't approve his leave, neither did mushroom's. Still we went ahead. The last minute confirmed trip mitigated my guilt for having not prepared ting's birthday present a little. Still, I reminded myself that I'll get one for her over the weekend.
Being seasoned north-south highway travellers having visited Erjie at PJ several times, I had least expected the journey to give us any problem. True enough, ting fell asleep shortly after the causeway. Unfortunately that did not last long. I think she was awakened prematurely while I was talking to fu.
Then came the terrifying moments. She wailed and screamed for no good reason and nothing was stopping her. When we pulled over at the stop point, I grabbed her and pulled her out of her carseat. I remember vividly the look of her face. Shocked but at the same time relieved that she's finally getting out of the car. As I left her on the pavement, her little woody wood-pecker's suitcase of books and toys I had earlier allowed them to pack followed my motion and dropped into a puddle of water.
I picked them up from the puddle hastily amidst complaints from ting, "eh, why so wet." I left them on dry ground next to her and, went straight back into the car and shut the door. In my heart, I was in a mess. I even had thoughts of leaving her there but how my heart ached when I thought how far she has come from just a 1.5kg premie.
ky went to her and gave her a talk and soon brought the still sobbing but apologetic ting back to her seat. By then I already couldn't contain my emotions any longer and started crying looking out of the window. The saga continued when ting resumed her tantram throwing, by then I had gone berserk and seriously wanted to turn back (we were already around two thirds to our destination). If I were the driver, I would definitely have done so.
Of course that did not happen and perhaps marred by the bad experience of the journey, I honestly did not enjoy the holiday. Even now as I sit on my own bed, I'm still feeling the heartache when I shut the car door...
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