I just got back home from the long drive from Penang and mannnn reading my previous post is just annoying right now! Haha.

The journey was so tiring and stressful that I almost screamed at the kids. The journey going was so much easier because both kids slept the whole way, but the journey going home amagaddd.

Daniel wouldn’t stop talking or singing or talking or singing. For 3 hours. Mariam wouldn’t stop crying because she wanted to go to her Daddy who was driving. Daniel refused to sit on his car seat and kept crying when I tried to force him. Daniel wanted to pee, then when I put on the diaper on him, he wanted it off and kept kicking. We went to a rest stop for dinner. Daniel was fine but my goshhh my little girl thinks she’s so independent that she wants to eat by herself. Only to cause spills everywhere and rice all over the floor that people kept giving us looks. When I try to help her hold the spoon, she would scream and arch her back and make it so difficult. She also is good at merajuk-ing now (no idea where she gets that from hehe) so it’s quite hard to pujuk/comfort her once she has started crying bloody murder. Dean took Daniel to pee so phew that one is out of the way.

5 minutes after we left the rest stop, Mariam decided to poo and she was crying so much because she desperately wanted a diaper change. And with poo, you can’t just use wet wipes, you definitely need to wash properly. Daniel also suddenly said “Mommy I want to pee,” amidst Mariam’s cries.

WHY DO YOU PEOPLE REFUSE TO PEE OR POO WHEN THERE’S A TOILET?! WHO PEES THAT MUCH?! WHERE IS THE NEXT REST STOP OMGGGG? WHY DON’T THEY MAKE CARS WITH TOILETS?!! WHOSE GREAT IDEA WAS IT TO GO FOR A HOLIDAY?

Dean drove so fast to the nearest rest stop while I wrestled Daniel to force him to wear a diaper in case he pees now and wets the whole car (and me). Mariam, still squirming uncomfortably, poor girl.

Finally we arrive at the next rest stop and the toilet was oh so dirty and gross. The floor was wet and the toilet seat was so dirty that I couldn’t let Daniel sit on it. I took off all his clothes, held them with my teeth because no surface was dry to put them, pulled up my sleeves and literally hung him in the air with my hands and asked him to pee standing up. Then he laughed and said “I don’t want to pee, Mommy.” Mariam was in the sink, crying.

I know children are blessings, but mannnn I swear my single friends would take family planning seriously if they had seen me in that dirty and smelly toilet. That scene would be an epic marketing angle for products like pregnancy pills. BAHAHAHA.

Dean and I are both so exhausted now. As the kids snore themselves to sleep, we’re both on the couch; him football, me blogging. So good to be home right now. Next family holiday: 5 years from now, thank you. 

(Don’t get me wrong, I love my kids, I made them duh. But motherhood has its crazy moments that test our patience too, so I thought I would write those down here too. One day, those two will read this and realise how much they have to love me. *blows nails*)