It was just like any other day…..3 kids playing in the hall while Mummy was busy in the kitchen cooking lunch.
There was however, a minor difference in that everyone was happy. No one screaming ‘he/she pulled my hair’, or snatching toys, pushing, shoving, scratching, poking….there was no kiddy violence or tears happening which is somewhat unusual in this household.
I was somewhat happy to hear happy laughter and giggling…a mother could not ask for more : happy children, right? But I knew at the back of my mind that that things were just too good to be true and I should trust my instincts next time because when I finally realised that things may not be as “happy” as I thought…..I was greeted with this.
While I thought that I could have committed at least one murder, I wasn’t upset. I think I have just resigned to my fate….more like just given up really. All I did was take those pix, took out my mini vacumn and scared the daylights out of Arianna coz she hates loud noises and that mini vacumn is LOUD, and went back to my cooking.
Not sure what I felt or had going through my head but at least I wasnt pissed at the kids. Now, looking back, it was actually quite funny.