kids in motion, side effects of motherhood

We were on a BREAK!

I hate the end of breaks almost as much as I love having them in the first place. It’s a conundrum. I hate it so much that I almost wish it didn’t exist in the first place. Except that I don’t because not having breaks at all means that life is just one huge, never-ending suckfest.

I spend most of my days counting down to the next long break and we try to plan one every quarter, at least.

Ever since the year started, I’ve been looking forward to the this first break. Coinciding with the Lunar New Year, Kelvin took a nice, long week off for some family time.

That’s 9 whole days of having daddy at home. 9 days of sleeping in, going for brunches, hanging out and spending time away from this pain in the ass called work.

This past week, we did all sorts of crazy stuff with the kids all day. Like smoking a pipe, polishing shoes and trading stuff at the playground. You know, stuff children don’t really get to do on a normal school day.

hang on, while I chew on my pipe and think

are these shoes for real?

So we were at Mackers for breakfast and Tru got 2 balloons from the nice lady behind the counter. After a while, he got bored with them so he went over to the playground and traded them for 2 spiderman figurines. Somehow, he managed to con the other kid into thinking that it was a fair trade. I mean, I seriously don’t teach him this stuff so I have no idea where he learns it from. Eventually we made him give it back, but we secretly gave each other high fives because you got to admit, that’s some kind of awesome.

Then at night, we put the kids to bed and watched movies at home and held hands and snuggled up in bed just like we used to do. We watched soccer and stayed up late talking about our kids and our dreams. In short, it was a week of complete incredibleness.

But as quickly as it came, it’s suddenly all over and the feeling of going back to the mill, that’s exquisite misery. It almost makes me wish that I didn’t have so much fun because it wouldn’t suck to bad to have to say goodbye. As I counted down the final hours of our little break, I had the most severe bout of Monday Blues so I sat down looking all miserable as I expressed my milk.

And my husband, who totally deserves an award for this, set about packing and cleaning the entire house, because he says “I know it makes you feel a lot better tomorrow when the house is clean“. That’s when my panties melted because there’s nothing sexier than a man who knows how to get down and dirty with Mr Muscle.

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  • Reply VeR February 22, 2010 at 5:34 pm

    I know how it feels! My hubby took 16days of leave from the day I gave birth to help me out with the new addition to our family. The day he returned back to work, my world starts crumbling down. I wish the government gives 4 months of paternity leave to fathers too. If PM does, I may consider to have more kids. Isn’t that what he wants?

  • Reply Daphne February 23, 2010 at 2:03 pm

    I’m totally with you. I remember when Kel went back to work after Tru was born, the moment he stepped out of the house, I would burst into tears and bawl like a baby for a whole hour, sometimes 2. And I would count down the hours to 6pm when he knocks off. Oh man, those were the days.

  • Reply Fang February 23, 2010 at 2:04 pm

    i can totally identify with how you feel…and i think not just, but the kids do too! Vera now looks forward to weekends cos it means Daddy is always around!

    And you know – you have got one great husband and daddy there!

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