When M1 was a little toddler (if memory serves me well, she was three) and M2 has yet to be created, I thought I could take a break from being a mom and have some social life. So hubby approves to me having dinner with my girlfriends. I would tell M1 that mummy is just going out for dinner with Aunty Yew Ling and Aunty Geraldine. It will not be long as Jake’s is quite close to home and as soon as we are done eating, I will be home. I said Goodbye several times and reminded the hubby of the do’s and don’ts before I could finally walk through the door.
Upon arriving at the restaurant, the first of the many calls came. “Mummy! Are you there yet?” “Who is with you?” A short little explanation and I hung up. My friends were very patient and understanding; after all, we grew up together and understand each other very well.
In the midst of our girly chatter, another call came through. “Hi Mummy! What are you doing?” “Are you eating now?” “What did you order?” “Is it nice?” “What is Aunty Yew Ling eating?” “What about Aunty Geraldine?” More explanations took place before I hung up again.
But before I could heave a sigh of relief, another call. “Mummy. What time are you coming home?” “Why are you still with Aunty Yew Ling and Aunty Geraldine?” Sigh.
By the time M2 came around, you can be sure girly dinners never happened until much much later in our lives. Amazingly when daddy goes out while the girls are playing, they would not have an inkling of his disappearance. No dramatic acts of clinging onto your legs to prevent an escape. It will be two hours later before they realized, “Where’s Daddy?”
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