Dear Diary...
Um.... Blogging... Okay, this is vastly different from what I had in mind of a perfect place for me to grouch about daily stuff. I didn't really intend to give out my address, to keep this place secret... Aah, I shouldn't be so selfish...
Yong Yong refuses to let me read to him (not that I want to anyway); I'm doing it only to give my mum a break. Recently I developed a new respect for my mum: I conclude that only mothers can withstand 24/7 whining and tantrums from a feisty four-going-on-five kid. The toilet nearly got clogged yesterday (yes, again?!) when he threw a a growing animal (those kinds that 'magically grow' when you put them in water) and attempted to flush it down. Obviously, it got stuck and is growing at the bottom of the toilet now; my dad tried to prod it out with a stick, used those anti-clog chemicals, and it's slowly disintegrating. To prove my point, when I flushed the toilet today there was a monkey's head floating on top of all the toiler paper. Gross.
Di Di is suffering from a foot injury (guess who left his toy car lying on the floor?) so he's staying home from school today. He's overjoyed, but not so when he found out that tomorrow is his class party. Hopefully he can hobble to school or he has to go in a baby stroller, which he swears will never sit in, even if he has to miss the party. I'm the one who has to push him there, so I'm of the same mind.
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Anyway, I'm nursing a major headache now. Yong Yong kicked me on my temple, so I lashed out at him and now he's crying in his room. Mummy has gone to bed, complaining of a headache. I'll have to do the washing and cook lunch now, so I'll keep this brief.
