How My Kids Make Me Feel

Like Justin Bieber
Every evening after my shower, when I go downstairs, my little girl will greet me like I'm some kind of superstar, "Mommmeeee, Mommmeeee.....halo Mommmeeee....". I can imagine her at a Justin Bieber concert doing the same thing. Falling short of holding a camera and a Bieber poster.

Like Miss Universe
My boy tells me I look "VERY PRETTY". When does he tell me that? When I get up from my sleep, with my hair looking like Einstein's, my breath smelling like roadkill, my eyes looking like a panda's from extreme lack of sleep and in my shabbiest house clothes. What do I need to do to get that kind of compliment? SMILE.

Like a Life Support Machine
That's when my girl is craving for a good suckle. Seriously, I think she needs to deal with a MAJOR  addiction. When she gets an urge, she'll come to me hyperventilating and the moment she gets it, she let's out a big SIGH like she can breathe again. Life support machine comes to mind.

Like a Paramedic
I'm 911 to my kids when they get a cut, a bruise, a mosquito bite and a sibling pinch (my boy is into pinching his little sister).

Like a Guardian Angel
I'm a protective mom. I'm sure all moms out there are too. There are so many instances where I've saved them from a fall and all those near misses.

Like Momethyst
Never heard of it? It's the rarest, most precious, most unique gem in the Universe!

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Are You Who Your Kids Think You Are?

I'm an undercover mommy, on a secret mission to end all production of candy and confectionery that cause kids to go wild and senseless.

Jokes aside, am I who my kids think I am? Weeeelllll....not entirely.... I'd like to think they know the better me....

I tell them broccoli is the best food ever although I'd rather chow down on a bar of chocolate.

I tell them sausages are one of the worst foods to eat although I think they're oh so yummy!

I speak better English in front of them, being very careful not to use too much of the 'lahs', 'mahs' and 'lehs' (Malaysian slangs)

I keep my temper in check although sometimes I just feel like screaming at them.

I tell them to make their beds although it's one of the things I hate to do - especially fold my blanket.....wait a minute, I still don't. I know, I'm a sloppy mum.

I tell them I love to read although I'm not quite sure about that. (read I love reading....I think? )

I tell them to mind their manners although sometimes I forget to mind mine. (especially with the hubby)

I tell them I love them very much although there are just no words to describe how much I do.

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