Ale Ale Handro

When we were kids, my parents sometimes would leave the house, just the two of them, for a few hours and leave us with the maid. We would whine, kick and roll on the floor protesting their actions, but they were adamant, saying they're off for some " Grown up" time. My siblings and I cooked up some pretty serious drama, but poof! out they went out the door sometimes without even looking back. What grown up time? we protested. They had their grown up time at work with their meetings and all. Why do they need more ?

And now, fast forward 20 years, now that I'm playing the parenting card, I fully understand the need of adult time. I adore my kids. Love them to death. But sometimes, on certain moments, they drive me up the wall.
On most days, their repetitive questions, their constant control of the remote control, their childish squabble and banter would seem oh so cute but on some days,  when you're really tired and they won't listen if you ask them to just put the cereal bowl in the sink, it can be really challenging.
Oh stop judging me, sometimes you feel the same too.

After months of not taking our grown up time, we took ours today. Our dating day. Took our leave.Sent the kids to school and nursery. Had my parents pick them up for the afternoon. Off we went.

The day ended up like this :

Had a nice lunch together. We missed eating with the kids. Watched Ironman2 ( We want the old Rhodey- okay, I want the old Rhodey, he's more good looking). Chiam would love the movie. Went shopping. Ended up buying mostly children's clothes ( Adik got 3 new dresses). And the whole time in the car, most of our conversation centered on the kids.
" Chiam hari tu takbleh tido so dia kira dari nombo 50 sampai 1, tapi still lepas tu dia takbleh tido"
" Adik hari tu cakap dia nak pegang jari mama satu je, dia dah pandai kira ke?"
" Ni pau ni mesti budak-budak tu suka"

Haha. Some grown up time.

Okay, something on running pulak. As this week I'm not able to do my LSD, as my parents had other business to attend to the whole weekend, I'm hoping to cover up the weekly mileage by running 5K every morning for 6 days. I'm now on my 4th day and I guess I feel okay with it. Lunch break leaves me with Pilates and although I'm only doing Pilates on DVD, it's damn tough, man. Kathy Smith made it look all graceful and easy but I was like a living pretzel. And after that, I had to go to work with wobbly feet and achy arms.

One day, I will have those Madonna arms instead of these penjual pau arms.

 

Preferably this

 

Not this

And this Sunday, rather than participating, I will be hub's crew in Larian Kuala Kangsar. After watching the kids for me for three races, I feel that I'm obliged to so the same for him for this race. Be a wife for a change and rah!rah! rah! at the sidelines, eh? Yo la tu, padehal it's because there's no one available to look after the kids. Kihkih.