Things are hard nowadays. The kids are getting bigger and therefore they have more activities to be done in school.
First day of school Abang returned home with the news that teacher has assigned him to be in Kelab Permainan. “So every Wednesday which is tomorrow kan Mummy, I have to be in school pukul 4 sampai pukul 6 to play.."
Ha ?
First question is, sapa nak hantar ?
Second question is, will he be safe ? Since Abang’s school is a 1 session school only, petang-petang takde orang kat sekolah.
Third question is, my children are busy. I mean, I know that their time is filled with activities but this year, I find it hard to juggle their schedule. Logistics is a nightmare and then nak tambah lagi ?
“But Mummy, cikgu cakap I must go… I want to go ….” My son said.
Babah asked, “Sapa nak hantar Abang ?”
“Hannah pun pegi so saya ikut Hannah lah, Aunty Wawa ambik…”
Pandai je kau.
Abang loves to socialise and he loves to play. So this Kelab Permainan is like a dream come true for him. That night when SIL sent her kids over to the house for mengaji, I asked if indeed Hannah is going. Plus she has two elder children and therefore has experienced all this before.
She said, no Hannah is not going. Eventhough it is compulsory, but after spending tones on Hakeem’s Scouts gear and him losing interest after 4 meetings, she doesn’t want to go through it again. Plus, she said the teachers were never punctual.
So I worry. I know I was given a free reign when I was smaller but I just can’t seem to allow such freedom for my son. When I was 8, I walked from our house in Sek 8 to our old house in Sek 6 to play with the ex-neighbour kids. Alone. Hell, my friends and I jogged early in the morning to Taman SUK to catch ITM students berendek subuh-subuh hari. Ha ha….
But my son ni boleh ke ? I felt I was street wise at that age and looking at his very baby-ish attitude, well aku just tak percaya. My fault really for mollycoddling him then. But after Nurin and Asmawi and that other girl I have forgotten the name, aku tak sedap hati.
Kalau ada Hannah takpelah jugak. Buatnya dia pergi and there was nobody in school, macamana ? Tak senang duduk aku.
I tried explaining and his very resigned “Okay……” was very sad. So I asked for Kelab Permainan's teacher’s number and assured him after talking to the teacher then I might make a more favourable decision for him.
So yesterday was hari Rabu. I was obsessed about Adik and about Abang. When I sent him to school, I gave him RM 2, something which I have never done before because dia bawak bekal, to his delight. “Just in case if you go to the meeting…”
At the office I realized I left my mobile at home.
I quickly called Kamil, asking him to call my sister (who had agreed to send Abang to the Kelab Permainan meeting) to not do so.
Afternoon, I called my mom to sembang and she said she was with Marlin at Abang’s school. Ita sakit mata. Time Adik balik sekolah I called my mom again to ensure she has my daughter with her. Hearing Adik’s voice at the background was a relief.
I was busy therefore was surprised when I finally looked at the clock, it was already 5.20. Kelam kabut turun for Asar, and because there were loads of people in the surau, I was at my desk again 5 minutes before office hours is over.
I was rushing for some reason. I quickly packed my stuffs then I rushed to the car and my wheels were screeching. Sampai dekat Brunsfield Apartments, I who was still confused with my need to rush, saw Tesco Extra and decided to stop to buy ingredients for lasagna.
While I was paying, I was still stemming this need to rush home when I noticed something that Abang loves to eat and then realization hit me.
Abang. Where is he ? Did my message to not send him to the school was relayed to the right people ? Aku takdak phone. Maybe that was why I was rushing to get home. I had to check on Abang. I have to make sure he didn’t go to school. It was already 6.10 pm and if he really went, I am already 10 minutes late. But then Kamil did say he had informed Ita about not sending Abang but it was Marlin who picked him up from school. What if Abang dah pesan kat Cik Yin suruk ambik pukul 4 and Cik Ta terlupa nak bagitau Cik Yin jangan ?
Aku berpeluh-peluh tang tu jugak. It took all my might not to dump the groceries and race home. I calmly paid for it, calmly walked to my car, banged my head on the steering for forgetting my mobile then zoom-zoom.
In the car, I was cursing myself for having the nerve to pay for the groceries. I should have gone straight home. I didn’t know whether to go to school first or home first but then decided that I can only be sure when I get home. Buatnya aku meraung menjerit-jerit macam orang gila cari Abang kat sekolah tapi alih-alih tak pegi, buat malu aje.
As soon as I opened the door, I heard what sounded like Abang’s voice saying , “It’s Mummy !” but aku tak puas hati. When my eyes finally caught his face, then I allowed myself to relax. And breathe.
Yang bestnya Abang cakap, “Mummy teacher said hari ni takde perjumpaan. We start next week…”
I can never, ever leave my mobile at home again.
Tak pasai-pasai sakit kepala.
First day of school Abang returned home with the news that teacher has assigned him to be in Kelab Permainan. “So every Wednesday which is tomorrow kan Mummy, I have to be in school pukul 4 sampai pukul 6 to play.."
Ha ?
First question is, sapa nak hantar ?
Second question is, will he be safe ? Since Abang’s school is a 1 session school only, petang-petang takde orang kat sekolah.
Third question is, my children are busy. I mean, I know that their time is filled with activities but this year, I find it hard to juggle their schedule. Logistics is a nightmare and then nak tambah lagi ?
“But Mummy, cikgu cakap I must go… I want to go ….” My son said.
Babah asked, “Sapa nak hantar Abang ?”
“Hannah pun pegi so saya ikut Hannah lah, Aunty Wawa ambik…”
Pandai je kau.
Abang loves to socialise and he loves to play. So this Kelab Permainan is like a dream come true for him. That night when SIL sent her kids over to the house for mengaji, I asked if indeed Hannah is going. Plus she has two elder children and therefore has experienced all this before.
She said, no Hannah is not going. Eventhough it is compulsory, but after spending tones on Hakeem’s Scouts gear and him losing interest after 4 meetings, she doesn’t want to go through it again. Plus, she said the teachers were never punctual.
So I worry. I know I was given a free reign when I was smaller but I just can’t seem to allow such freedom for my son. When I was 8, I walked from our house in Sek 8 to our old house in Sek 6 to play with the ex-neighbour kids. Alone. Hell, my friends and I jogged early in the morning to Taman SUK to catch ITM students berendek subuh-subuh hari. Ha ha….
But my son ni boleh ke ? I felt I was street wise at that age and looking at his very baby-ish attitude, well aku just tak percaya. My fault really for mollycoddling him then. But after Nurin and Asmawi and that other girl I have forgotten the name, aku tak sedap hati.
Kalau ada Hannah takpelah jugak. Buatnya dia pergi and there was nobody in school, macamana ? Tak senang duduk aku.
I tried explaining and his very resigned “Okay……” was very sad. So I asked for Kelab Permainan's teacher’s number and assured him after talking to the teacher then I might make a more favourable decision for him.
So yesterday was hari Rabu. I was obsessed about Adik and about Abang. When I sent him to school, I gave him RM 2, something which I have never done before because dia bawak bekal, to his delight. “Just in case if you go to the meeting…”
At the office I realized I left my mobile at home.
I quickly called Kamil, asking him to call my sister (who had agreed to send Abang to the Kelab Permainan meeting) to not do so.
Afternoon, I called my mom to sembang and she said she was with Marlin at Abang’s school. Ita sakit mata. Time Adik balik sekolah I called my mom again to ensure she has my daughter with her. Hearing Adik’s voice at the background was a relief.
I was busy therefore was surprised when I finally looked at the clock, it was already 5.20. Kelam kabut turun for Asar, and because there were loads of people in the surau, I was at my desk again 5 minutes before office hours is over.
I was rushing for some reason. I quickly packed my stuffs then I rushed to the car and my wheels were screeching. Sampai dekat Brunsfield Apartments, I who was still confused with my need to rush, saw Tesco Extra and decided to stop to buy ingredients for lasagna.
While I was paying, I was still stemming this need to rush home when I noticed something that Abang loves to eat and then realization hit me.
Abang. Where is he ? Did my message to not send him to the school was relayed to the right people ? Aku takdak phone. Maybe that was why I was rushing to get home. I had to check on Abang. I have to make sure he didn’t go to school. It was already 6.10 pm and if he really went, I am already 10 minutes late. But then Kamil did say he had informed Ita about not sending Abang but it was Marlin who picked him up from school. What if Abang dah pesan kat Cik Yin suruk ambik pukul 4 and Cik Ta terlupa nak bagitau Cik Yin jangan ?
Aku berpeluh-peluh tang tu jugak. It took all my might not to dump the groceries and race home. I calmly paid for it, calmly walked to my car, banged my head on the steering for forgetting my mobile then zoom-zoom.
In the car, I was cursing myself for having the nerve to pay for the groceries. I should have gone straight home. I didn’t know whether to go to school first or home first but then decided that I can only be sure when I get home. Buatnya aku meraung menjerit-jerit macam orang gila cari Abang kat sekolah tapi alih-alih tak pegi, buat malu aje.
As soon as I opened the door, I heard what sounded like Abang’s voice saying , “It’s Mummy !” but aku tak puas hati. When my eyes finally caught his face, then I allowed myself to relax. And breathe.
Yang bestnya Abang cakap, “Mummy teacher said hari ni takde perjumpaan. We start next week…”
I can never, ever leave my mobile at home again.
Tak pasai-pasai sakit kepala.
4 comments:
chaisss.. aku pun berpeluh2 cuak baca post hang!!
Aku trauma sampai sekarang... Konot oi...
Its Shalinie okay ...
U shuld compile this and put this title " Diary of a pelupasitis" 15 years from now , it will be a text book for neurology students , trust me - larikkkkk_
And hang akan jadi contoh apa akan terjadi kepada orang yang provoke pesakit pelupasitis.. Ha ha
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