Friday, June 13, 2008

A mommy's triumph

OK, its my triumph la.

This morning, I fell asleep on the couch. I woke up from my sleep in the middle of the night due to my terrible sniffles. It gets bad in the night. I came downstairs cos I couldn't sleep. Turned on the tube, there was nothing. Turn the lappie on, finished up an assignment while listening to Could it be that I'm falling in love, the David Grant version. When the song was released, I was about 11 yr. So, go figure how “young” I am..LOL..

After all that dancing and twirling finishing up my assignment, I fell asleep on the couch. I woke up to the sounds of Ash and me hubby. He put her down in her play-pan next to me and went to the kitchen to prepare her milk. I was still half dazed. He came out, put the bottle on the arm-rest of the 2 seater, went over to Ash to pick her up and discovered her diaper was soaked through. Her legs were wet as well. He dashed to get her rubber mat and placed on the 2 seater. He then picked her up, removed her pjama pants and diapers and gave her the bottle. Now, you can imagine how that looked. I was smiling from inside the downstairs bathroom.

Then, I saw him walking seemingly towards the play-pan and then stopped, and then to her and then stopped and then, he looked as if he wanted to search for something but don't know how and where to begin. My smile was wider and I told him “Why don't you just take her to the bathroom?” because he was complaining that her legs were wet too. As soon as I told him that it was like “oh now thats a good idea” for him. Ash threw away her bottle and got up, beginning to climb all over the sofa, butt naked but not before he carried her to the bathroom.

I thought I could leave him alone since he showers Ash during the weekends anyways and I can start to busy myself in the kitchen but no. I heard a very loud “Mommy...mommy...mommy....can you help”. I was like “WTH”??? That was not even Ash, it was the hubby. Apparently he couldn't get Ash to stand on the bathroom floor so he could hose her down. I ran from the kitchen to the bathroom and as soon as she saw me, she grabbed my pj pants for dear life while her daddy hosed her butt and legs down. After which, I grabbed her towel, wiped her dry, put on a clean diaper and some clean clothes.

After that, there were no thank yous or no “what would we do without you?”. Nope, I get the normal “eh, hurry up with the washing ok, I need to go to work already” courtesy of the hubs and “pillows, toys, bottles, hankies thrown all over the floor from the play-pan” courtesy of the child.

You know, what we as moms do or our “work” often goes un-noticed doesn't it? I mean, sure, this isn't the first time for me but it is the first time I'm writing about it if my memory has not failed me. Little things like these are like triumphs for us is because they are precisely what it is – little things that doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure them out but yet for some reason, only moms know what and how to do it.


Anonymous said...

Your motherly instincts are getting stronger and better over time...:D

Tammy said...

A mother's work is never done is it.

Zooropa said...

Yeah mom is the champ when handling kids!


Sandra Carvalho said...

Tell me about it girl!Though my husband has always helped with the bath time, that's about what he does...Know what I mean??
I work my butt out all day long and when he gets home,he likes to point out what isn't donne yet!That's so annoying!I think all men are like that.
But believe me,stay at home moms are often missunderstood.
Oh well...

Sandra Carvalho said...

And thanks so much for grabbing my badge!Your a sweetie!
Hope you guys have a lovely weekend!

IMMomsDaughter said...

Time to gloat...ngek

wen said...

i so agree with u!

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