I am blessed with two adorable daughters. They brighten up even the most gloomy days with their silly antics.
But are there times when you wonder if, as a parent, there are things that you missed out on doing?
Case and point:
Pot, my eldest daughter, is four years old. She is very good with articulation that it scares me.
Pot: (Frustrated with what she is doing) Sh*t!
Me: Pot, that's not a good thing to say! Please don't say that again.
Pot: What the hell, Sully?
Pot was walking to our bedroom almost passed the bookshelf.
Pot: F*ck, my book!
(Dad laughs hysterically)
That seals it. Pot is my husband's daughter!
Monday, February 28, 2011
I recently left my work for seven years. That meant leaving my comfort zone and starting anew. It wasn't so difficult until I had to reaquaint myself with the horrors of commuting.
I forgot why I hate them and why I soooooooooo love Rubi (our car) - passing through SLEX was horrific especially at night. I sometimes wake up from a short nap in the car to scream because the buses were just too damn close to my window - so close I can almost smell the stink of whatever gooey things were smudged onto their filthy body. It's a good thing my husband (who drives) doesn't get distracted too easily. Otherwise, we probably would have had our fair share of road accidents.
Good God, I hope these bus drivers know what they are doing.