We spent the first night at the apartment yesterday since everything has already arrived, except for the dryer which, for some reason, was left out. There were so much stuff to buy, from toothpaste to shampoo and power adaptors. Plus fruits and drinks to fill an empty fridge. The list is endless.
At night, the kids drew up the curtains, dimmed the lights, cranked up the aircon and turned the entire living room into a dark movie theatre. What happened to my dream of sitting by the balcony, gazing at the moon and feeling the wind in my face? Blame in on the generation gap!
CH dropped by with a grill/fondue set and a box of doughnuts. I promptly ate one after realising that I haven't eaten anything decent all day. In fact, all the running around meant that I've been neglecting proper meals all week. At least I'm assured of a nutritious home-cooked dinner at my parents' home but living on our own means that I have to plan and prepare the meals from now on.
YK has a bit of an obsessive streak in him and wanted everything to be neat and orderly. SK's more like me. We go for comfort instead of style. So, here we were, leaving things all over the place which YK will promptly put away in the drawers. It's going to be a challenge finding stuff around the house.
After a long and tiring day, I realised that I had one more chore to do before hitting the sack. Ironing. The moment I brought out the new iron and ironing board, it all came back to me how I've always hated ironing! I must shamefully admit that I haven't done any ironing for decades as it's always been taken care of by our domestic helper. So, there I was, grumbling under my breath and before I knew it, I had burnt a hole on the ironing board. Damn it! Luckily I didn't burn the school uniform or else the kids will have to skip school today.
Let's just say ironing is not my strongest suit.
We slept well all night. I had the big bed all to myself. It feels a little strange sleeping in a bed that big again compared to that tiny little cot I had been sleeping in over the last few years. It feels lonely too without Rusty under my bed.
Yesterday, my niece Ting called and said, "Rusty is so poor thing. His mummy and daddy are not coming home. He's so lonely."
That brought tears to my eyes. I'm going back to see him this afternoon. YK has a play to attend tonight but SK will sleep over at my parent's home. I think he misses his playmate Rusty the most.