Finally rainy season is coming. Exactly a month after the horror of having no nannies/house-care assistants. If I evaluate it myself, actually Koh Hun Bun and I are doing quite great surviving in no nannies/house-care assistants+both parents work+no grandmas/family support system situation. Although, I must confess that I REALLY NEED a good sleep and me time (a.k.a gardening and going to salon for foot reflexology). BIG TIME. But, those are just sweet dreams at this moment. Reality says that the toddler and the baby, plus their daddy, have to be priorities. And mommy has to prolong her patience and strength to make things work. By the way, daddy is working hard too in taking care of the family. So, thank you, Koh Hun Bun, for being an awesome partner ;). And thank you, Daycare, for your assistance.
Anyway, last week I was assigned to go to Bali for ASEAN Regional Knowledge Network on Forest Law Enforcement and Government agenda. Since Koh Hun Bun could not handle two kids by himself, I had to bring one of them with me. After numerous negotiations, he allowed me to bring Twinkle Little Star. So we went.
On our departure by Garuda, I was hoping that she would behave well and did not need to go to the toilet for, you know. She didn't, fortunately, but she wet the seat! The diaper was not sufficient because she drank a lot. So, eventually we went to the toilet and I changed her there. Boy, how difficult it was to make her stay in that small compact room. She pushed anything and responded so slow when I asked her to put on the diaper and pants. She was busy pushing all buttons and singing and asking questions while I was panic because I kept pushing the wrong button. I wanted water, but it was the soap that came out (it had been a while since I went to airplane toilet - maybe five years ago). Usually I brought her extra pants and shirt in my bag, but I forgot that day. All clothes were in the baggage. So, she wore the wet pants again. When she got back to her seat, I covered her with the blanket.
She behaved pretty nice in the plane. No screaming, just blabbing and asking this and that for the whole two hours. So I had to keep her entertained. I made her watch cartoon (Madagascar 2). She sang "I like to move it move it..."
Then we landed in I Gusti Ngurah Rai international airport in Denpasar. When we were in baggage claim, she said that she needed to poop. For one part I was relieved that she didn't do it in the plane, but for another part, somehow I felt it in my heart that it would not going to be easy.
We went to the toilet and I did my job cleaning her. One thing about her regarding (soap) bubbles, she love bubbles. During the cleaning, I kept reminding her not to touch the floor or the toilet seat or any kind of stuffs that had potential of dirty things. And you know what, she didn't only touch, she tapped the bubbles on the drain with her bare hand! I was nagging while cleaning her with the hand held bidet. When I put the bidet back in its place, somehow it was pressured against the wall and the water splashed really hard to the door, sploshing us! Her hair was wet, my clothes were too. She was giggling and saying with her imperfect "r" sound "The water is splashing you and me, Mama." I didn't have any energy to be upset, so I was just laughing with her instead. Oh well, damage had already been done anyway.
We came out of the toilet and still giggled. We also said sorry to the janitor for making the toilet flooded.
And that was just the beginning of the adventure we had in Bali.
P.S. She screamed and cried out loud in Bali Agung Theatre. During the performance. In VIP seat. Asking me to take her back in the hotel room and make her a bottle of milk.
She was afraid of the dark set and the loud/scary sound. And I would be too if I were in her age...
