Pulang bandar

Is the opposite of balik kampung pulang bandar? I don’t know. The hubby, babies and I returned from the kampung yesterday afternoon. The jam was intense. From the usual 2 hour journey, we were stuck on the road for over 4 hours. Halfway home Sulaiman woke up and no amount of milk would calm him or put him back to sleep. He wailed and screamed, tears streaming down his face. I didn’t have the heart to keep him in his car seat and the hubby couldn’t concentrate with the crying. He is such a softie when it comes to the kids crying. So I picked up Sulaiman and brought him to the front with me. Immediately he had a big grin on his face, laughing and smiling at his own triumph. Cheeky baby. When Ayub was small he NEVER sat in the front. In fact, he NEVER got out of his car seat. He’s such a good traveler. He did, however, have a pacifier to keep him content and fast asleep for long journeys. Sulaiman doesn’t.

Anyway, the journey was too much for the tiny baby. He eventually got tired and cranky and wanted his bottle. So I fed him. Then he would wriggle and squirm and turn this way and that. Playing with his brother in the backseat, disturbing his dad in the front seat, trying to eat the gear box… The inevitable happened. Baby puke. First a little. Then a tsunami. All over me. Down my top and in my bra. (O_O) Sounds so disgusting, and I suppose it is disgusting, but when you’re a mom, anything gross that your kids do is really not that disgusting.

I’ve been peed on, pooped on, puked on, coughed on, sneezed on, licked, bitten, the list goes on. And it’s ok. I’ve had to pick up poop off the floor. And it’s really not that disgusting.

Baby went back to car seat. I got a clean top on. He yelled and cried in the seat. Ayub got so worried he kept saying “Mama, baby crying, poor baby, don’t cry Shlyman, oh baby so cute, don’t cry” Gave Sulaiman the last of his milk and he fell asleep.

Finally reached the house. Ayub had slept for two hours in the car before we stopped at a petrol station then he was up for the rest of the journey. Sulaiman was put in his cot to snooze. He woke up half an hour later, rather grumpy and disoriented but his good nature got the best of him and he was soon happy again. I had work to do in the evening after Sulaiman went to bed. Ayub came down a few minutes later looking for me. He tried to get my attention and told me to switch off the laptop. I kept telling him I had to work. So he played with his toys and talked to himself. Then he came to me with the remote control. “Nak watch TV Mama” Put on the TV. Heroman. Followed by Kung Fu Panda. Po works in a noodle shop. Shortly after that Ayub grabs his stomach in agony and says “SO HUNGRY. Oh so hungry Mama. Mama… noodles…”

I’d been awake since 4am. Gone through a crazy ass long drive home. Dealt with a cranky baby. Writing articles for work. It was 10pm, had to wake up at 4am to come to work at Fly. And now I had to cook noodles. Of course he hardly ate anything because he wasn’t really hungry. But anyway. All good. I was still the first to arrive in the studio. Prem went partying all of yesterday. Hafiz flew back from Kelantan after his wedding reception and is currently in a really bad mood because Chelsea lost and apparently received 2 red cards in a span of 5 minutes, and a fantastic goal was ruled as offside. Haha.