A Letter To My Loved Ones

to my dearest hubby, Jasmine and Rashard,

I have never written a letter for all three of you on my blog. i must admit that i am stealing this from diyana, who will religiously write to miki every now and then. and the reason why i am doing this 'cetak-rompaking' is because i am at wits end trying to find a way to make all 3 of you to understand, without feeling that i do not love you guys anymore.

it is normal for women to feel this way. heck, even guys want to experience it too. i know it might not be a biggie to some, but to me, it is an important experience that i would like to have without having to share it with you guys. again, like i said, this does not mean that i love you less.

and i know you sayang, you sometimes have your romantic streak where you just can't keep your eyes (and hands, and other digits) away from me...and that you want to share these few precious moments together. i understand and i thank you, but then again, there are certain times where i DO NOT want you.

and Jasmine, i know that you are growing up sooo quickly but you still have your separation anxiety. but honey, you are a big girl now, and you have to learn to be independent. i know sometimes you will cry, but then again, i am gonna be firm on this matter. please remember that i love you always.

and baby rashard. my darling that wakes up as early as me, making me rush while trying to prepare for work,for fear that you will fall off the bed. i love you to bits and i know you won't be able to understand this yet, but daddy and kakak will explain to you once you get older. please remember, i love you too, and don't hate me for doing this, as i must. or i'll end up insane.

so, with a hopeful heart, i just want to ask from all three of you...

will it be possible if you all could let me sh1t in peace?!

for once, let me sit on my 'throne' and allow me to do my 'deposits' without having to yell to all 3 of you!

let me be able to sit and concentrate. and just have a blissful crap.

do not call my name.

do not ask me where your phone/wallet/watch/car keys is. you can wait. you will not die. and i'm not gonna be sh1tting the whole day, so therefore, you will survive.

do not bang/knock/push the door. i have locked it so deal with it (yes, especially you, lil missy)

do not repeatedly ask me what i am doing inside there.

do not cry/wail/vomit/throw a tantrum (yes, both of you kiddos)

do not ask me to come out cos you want to shee shee. our house has 2 toilets. the other one is the same as this one, only a different colour. learn to use it.

do not ask me to hurry up just because you need to leave soon. pass the kids to bibik. leave me alone.

there, i think i have made myself clear.

so, to my dearest hubby, Jasmine and Rashard, please, i beg all of you again....

LET ME SH!T IN PEACE!

then, maybe then, i can become a better wife and Bonda to all of you.

thanking all of you in advance.

with lots of love,

Bonda