I was blogging about how terrible I feel and whining and whining how I want some ME time.... but in the end, I deleted everything cos "ME time" just sounds so selfish to me. I guess there are just some things that I can only tell my hubby or to our creator Allah (swt).
At this moment, I regret dressing shabbily on a Monday, it just worsens the Monday Blues. My back is aching, calves strained , brain tired and emotionally drained. Insya'allah, tomorrow will be a better day.
So bloggy, let me tell you one of the more interesting happenings of the last weekend. Yeah, there were many, but this one takes the cake - My dear son got trapped in the lift albeit for a split second.
Yeah..I know...Gasp.... Can you imagine my fear or even his ?
I read from a fellow sister's blog not too long ago about how her boy got trapped in a lift alone and the lift went up and her boy was like 6 years old, but still he cried. That was scary enough.
Well, It happened when we were going out of my in law's flat to go home that afternoon. MIL and hubby were outside the narrow corridor talking. Hubby at the same time was tying his shoe lace.
Little Habib had his shoes on before he stepped out of the flat, and he dash along the corridor to the lift landing on the same floor cos he was already familiar with the area.
I was slowly walking out of the flat with my tummy in tow, and FIL was behind me looking at all of us leaving.
Just then, I saw Little Habib running to the lift lobby very fast, and in my heart, I just felt something not right, as if we would be so unlucky and the lift door would be OPEN for him to enter. My instinct told me to rush and I rush to my boy while the others were oblivious to what happen and chatting.
As soon as I reach the lift landing, I saw the door close, I didnt get to see who is in the lift but I cant find Little Habib outside of the lift area !!!! ( this lift is an old , non upgraded kind of life with no openings to see who is inside )
So he must be inside right ?! I suddenly remember Kak Sri's boy, and I screamed " Abang!!! " and press the lift button.
The lift door was going up, but it jerked.....and the door opened....Little Habib was already screaming in tears with is hands up in the air like he was hysterical. I rushed in to hug him and then he quietened down upon the sight of me. Alhamdullilah, OH Allah, I cant be more thankful.
I was so lost for words, when hubby, FIL and MIL came rushing.
The sickening funny part is when they realised that Little Habib was safe, they all smile, laugh and thought how cute he was to explore the lift alone. Of cos, I did not find it funny, too lost for words, heart beating so fast and all I could do was stare hard at my son for being so mischievous to go in the lift alone and how I took it for granted to not hold on to him. I guess, such is the feeling only an UMMI would feel.
I mean, I was angry with myself for giving him the trust to be on his own without holding on to him, but I'm the one pregnant and slow here. And kids beings kids....
So this is definitely a lesson for me. We, parents, learn something new everyday as our child grows.
Just when you think he is so cute, he can really make my breath stop for a second.
*shakes head and trying to smile*