27 years of age. A long time. Practically an old maid really. Back in the old days, I’d be living alone in a tower, writing children’s books and knitting cutsey clothing items for my two cats. Instead, where I find myself today is in business class of a Royal Brunei flight contemplating throwing 2 children out of the plane. If my maternal instincts don’t catch up with me by the time I’m in a position to dictate laws for
Whatever happened to instilling manners into children and making them aware of the fact that they are not alone in this flight, and other people, shock horror, do NOT enjoy either singing, yelling or jumping up and down on their seat. Between you and me, I suspect these are not coming with high Mensa potential – they keep yelling at each other whilst wearing headphones… Hmmm.
Anyway, all I was trying to say was that my maternal instincts seem to retreat more and more as I am exposed to screaming brats.
Other than that, had a good weekend at home. Too short. Really not looking forward to work. I am a bit over it. I could really use a break.
Time: 7:30pm
Feeling: tense, a bit peeved, could use a massage, also not very happy to be here - I wanted to stay home :/
2 comments:
hey mate,
know what you mean...it's bad enough worrying about everything else....a kid is just this whole other realm that i find hard to even contemplate..it kinda makes me realise how super my mum was tho...THREE brats and full time work-WTF!?!??!
Parachuting is expensive... I just recon put 'em in those little cages with the rest of checked in luggage :) Zoya - don't read this comment! Cat is going to grow up being a perfectly behaved little girl!
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