homemade blues

Yesterday I sent Faiz, Fairul and Ann to the airport to KB. As much as I miss the little fella, it's good to go back to normalcy. And it just reminds me that I'm so not ready to have another small person in the house. It's now Fairul's turn to procreate. Haha.

But I did get the hang of bathing and washing-up a newborn eventually - and always ending up drenched in sweat! Like spending half an hour on the treadmill! It was great fun, and great practice. I only bathed my 2 boys a few times when they were newborns... Always it was my mother-in-law or my mom or the maid...

I also used the time that Ann spent in the house to share with her my experiences - dealing with children, dealing with husbands, dealing with mom-in-laws, dealing with moms, dealing with going back to work after maternity leave... I hope I managed to impart "some" of the knowledge that I have accumulated through the years. I thought it was great bonding moment. I hope she felt the same, although at some point, I did catch myself blabbing on and on like an old lady... :)

On another note, G's going away to Kuching next week for work. So the house will be even quieter. I know G is worried. I see it in his eyes when he comes home. I know he holds himself responsible for what happened with Abah and Ustaz H, although we all went into the project with our eyes wide open. And I know he doesn't want to worry me. But what can I do... I'm by nature a worrier. A natural worry-wort. I worry about my grandchildren already... :)

I just have to keep positive, lend a shoulder and an ear to G when he needs to vent, and not let G know the extent of my worry. Because if he knows how worried I am, he will be more worried. And I don't want the house to be any quieter than it already is...