Like all Mondays, today is a uneventful day except for the fact that YK's school term officially starts. I had wanted to be the good mum and be all excited and ask about his first day in school.... but things don't always turn out the way you anticipated.
The trouble is he called while I was cooking dinner. I was sweaty, oily and not in the best mood when the phone rang. I picked up the call using my oily fingers and shouted "Hello! Hello!" He couldn't hear me but I could hear his voice and the sounds of the train in the background. Then he hung up.
I tried calling back but his phone was engaged. Fair enough, he must be trying to call me back. My temperature was rising in tandem with the burning stove. The phone rang again and I lost my cool. "Why must you ask me to pick you from the train station? You can't walk home?" I was having a bitch fit.
I stormed out of the house to pick him. His face was as black as mine when he got in the car. He reminded me about my offer to pick him up from the train station when he returns from a long day in school. I must have said that days ago and forgot my promise. I felt guilty as hell but instead of apologising, I blurted, "But you had to call while I was cooking what!"
"You could have told me you're busy instead of yelling at me right?" We made our way into the house annoyed with each other. I took Rusty out for a long walk while he went for a shower.
During the walk, I felt sorry for my bad behavoir. He's turning 17 this Saturday and this is not the right way to treat a teenager. Just this morning, I was thinking of what to get him for his birthday.
When I got back into the house, he was at his computer chatting with friends, music playing in the background. Then he started talking to me first. He told me about his lecturers and what he learned in school. He enjoyed the lessons and wanted to share his excitement with me. My kids and I are all softies. We don't stay mad at each other for very long.
He requested for 'cheng tng', his favourite Asian dessert, and it's now boiling on the stove. Soon, we'll all be enjoying a bowl of sweet dessert together. Sweet isn't it?