A game of cards.

Haven't really been motivated or inspired to write.
Banyak je boleh cerita tapi bila ada time, malas.
Bila idea datang, either tengah drive or phone kena sita dengan Hilwa.
Anyways, this I have to write down because I have successfully learnt to play spider solitaire.
4 suits wootwoot!
Mama abah used to play like all day (& compete with each other) & I'm like what the hell is this game?
It was honestly impossible to win.
But not anymore!
Yeah so that's the most exciting thing in the life of a housewife, sadly.
Moving on, & what else am I going to talk about other than--
My kids!
This is old news actually but I just realized I did not blog anything about raya.
It was pretty good actually, we managed to celebrate with both sides of the family on raya day itself,
& both families were complete!
We even have pictures to prove lol.
Then I pretty much lost my mind & decided to follow mama abah to Ipoh sans Ikhwan.
The high of raya & gathering with family kind of blocked my critical thinking & it wasn't until I stepped into my mum's car the morning of the journey that I fully realized the gravity of the situation I put myself in lol.
It was ok though.
Brought a car seat for Hilwa with Izzaz on my lap for the journey.
I booked a standard room with a queen bed for the 3 of us at a simple shoplot-type-hotel.
It was actually perfectly furnished.
Nothing too fancy or hipster or unnecessary.
The kids didn't hurt themselves or break anything most importantly lol, but I did hurt my neck because the pillow was rubbish.
Yes, I remember this despite it being 2 months ago.
We had steamboat dinner with Kak Anis & family, Aunty Patsy, Aunty Esther, Uncle George & Uncle Ong.
Hilwa ate soggy fries. Like, she really enjoyed it. I went back to the buffet many times for that but oh well, she ate.
& you could say the trip was a raving success until we got to Rawang on the way back & Izzaz, who wouldn't sit still & was playing around my feet, suddenly climbed onto my lap & puked all over me.
I should have known.
My kids always, ALWAYS, climb onto me seconds before they barf.
Like, without fail. Unless I'm expecting it & hold them off me, I have a slight chance of not getting soiled.
But that day Izzaz soiled me bad.
& the seat of the car.
Yes I have pictures of this too lol.
So I changed him out of his dirty clothes, passed him to mama, finished a whole packet of wet wipes wiping the seat of the car,
& sat patiently for about 20 minutes covered in puke for us to reach home.
So let this post be a reminder for me to not ever travel with the kids without their car seats.
At least until they're big enough to not need one, is able to tell me they're gonna puke, & then hold a plastic bag & politely puke in it lol.
One can pray.