2 Sunday mornings ago, we were supposed to go to church. It was madness rush as usual, with 3 dilly dallying kids who just wanted to laze around for breakfast at the dining table on a Sunday morning. I wanted to hang out the laundry first, before we left for home to take advantage of the bright and hot morning sun, so I delegated Alycia the task of feeding her baby sister Scotts Emulsion and for the 2 older girls to feed themselves. But lo and behold, they gave me more work instead. Someone dropped the bottle of Scotts Emulsion (thank goodness the bottle was plastic, else more work!) onto the floor and the oily and fishy bright colored orange flavored emulsion was splattered everywhere on the kitchen floor, kitchen top and drawers and living room floor! I was enraged beyond words! I was just too tired to blow up as we had to rush out. I continued hanging the clothes and told the girls to settle the mess themselves since NO ONE admitted their mistake. The blame game started as usual, whenever disaster happens and that made me even angrier. In times like this, I wish my live-in helper was still around to help clean up the mess, albeit I was certain I was going to hear her nag and nag the kids like a step-mother.
The girls did help to clean up with toilet papers, a cloth and water but the floor was almost flooded with water! I had to intervene and step inside. Took me almost half an hour to clean up the place which was really oily and smelled revolting of fish liver oil. In the end, we were late and had to skip church. I was really angry and did not want to speak to any of them as no one stepped forward to own up.
After showering Cass, she said this to me softly and cheekily “mummy, I have something to tell you. I am very sorry” (but did not tell the reason why she was sorry). Upon hearing the words which was like ice cubes on a bed of burning charcoal, I immediately broke into a smile and hugged my baby girl. I told her that she did the right thing to own up her mistake and to apologize. My mood was immediately lifted up again. Motherhood is like a roller coaster ride – you go up and down all the time.
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