First, they get to eat :
Shiny-shiny, tasty-tasty barbequed chicken while I eat:
Shiny-shiny, artificial ‘meat’ in the form of grilled portobello mushroom. Let’s say the mushroom is the equivalent of a life-sized, rubber dildo, ok?
Then hor….one evening while I was sitting down with my Acer in the living room, they said my Boney-M hair is blocking their TV viewing. So, they gave me a scout scarf to tie the hair:
But that’s not enough. They start piling a jar of prunes, a box of chocolates and see how long these can stay on my head. Meanwhile, you know what I was doing ah? I was bertungkus-lumus-ing writing paid posts to earn money lor. See kui kia.
Me : Eh, stop that lah, I cannot concentrate. I am earning money and working, you know?
Kids : See how long you can balance.
Me : Of course I can balance lah. Last time your mom used to model you know? Catwalk you know. You never see my photos ah?
So, they pile on the Astro remote control. And it came toppled down.
And they don’t give up. This time, they put the whole sofa, astro remote control, jar of prune, a tube of candy and a book.
See lah, you say I am the abused mom or not? And I threaten to blog them if they don’t stop. And no, they don’t. They took photos too. That’s what I call blogging spirit!