my lil'Chomel

We went out for a quick dinner do. Things didn't sounds right from the beginning. Was it a sign? Oppss... sounds like I am being a bit wee too superstitious. Hubby was complaining about my car being park to close to the gate's entry level. I complained about the flower pots being "dumped" outside the house and how they were obstructing me from opening the car door.

We reach our regular makan place... a hawker place (which I need to ban from going there in future cos the food sucks nowadays). Hubby got our orders... and we waited and waited and waited. Other tables were being served but not ours. Hmmm... go check on the hawker, gave a lame excuse. I was nagging and complaining. When the food came, I just quickly ate and hope to get out of that place ASAP.

On our way back to the car, Jon refuse to let me hold his hands... for the hundredth time. Hubby was busy putting in the portable seat into the car and I was on the other side of the car calling out to Jon to come over so that I can get him into the car. That smarty-pants-hyper-active boy decided to ran towards the road thinking we were playing with him! Thank god there was no incoming car. I should have known better than to let him loose like that. I was screaming, Hubby quickly grab him before he ended up on the other side of the road. Jon is so hyper nowadays. Boys being boys, won't stay still for a moment. I felt like a hopeless stupid mother. How could I let him loose like that? I thought he was safe by Hubby's side. Gave him a good spanking and lecturing him on letting people hold his hands when there are cars around. That has always been my policy but his stubbornness makes me sometimes give up in forcing him. Gosh, I need to learn how to predict the unpredictable.

No way jose. No more leniency. Things will be different from now on. Whenever we are outside, hold hands and make sure he gets into the car before we need to attend to other things. No excuses.

Now... was that a bad omen?