The Monster In Me

One thing great about living in Malaysia is the abundance of holidays that we have. I'd like to wish all Hindus a blessed Thaipusam which falls this Wednesday.

My youngest son will be 9 years old tomorrow... how time flies. I remember having those unbearable labor pains, it lasted for about a couple of hours (thank God!), he was out and I saw his wrinkly little face. Now he is a big boy, extremely mischievous yet very endearing at times. He drives me up the wall every single day without fail. Kids... I mean boys! I don't remember being mischievous at all when I was a kid.

Well, I guess maybe it's coz I pamper him too much. There are countless times he gets on my nerves for doing the things he's not supposed to do and I always end up scolding him. I think he has become immune to the scoldings that he doesn't even bat an eyelid. But he sure knows I mean business when I start to scream like a mad woman. Then he's all ears...

I hate getting angry, losing my temper and resorting to screaming when all else fails. It's draining and it's not good for the heart! It depresses me at times. Makes me feel so low. Maybe I should check out some online pharmacy for anti depressants. Yeah, it's that bad. Any moms out there who has conquered the monster in them? Even when the kids turned the house into a pig sty and you're still as cool as a cucumber... that I need to know!