Grubbs n Critters

November 19, 2012

Making baby’s food

While I try not to pump breast milk in the toilet, I sometimes, very unfortunately, do have to make do with making my baby’s milk in a cubicle of a public err…rest room – which mostly happens when I’m out and about and especially when I have to be at my client’s place.

Not the bestest of places, I know, but in my effort to provide food for my baby, I try my very best to keep everything as hygienic as I can. The thing is, when I have to pump, I have to pump – there is no question about it. Besides, I only need 10 minutes, and in all fairness, it is of no one’s business what I do in the privacy of the bathroom!

Having to pump in a public toilet is bad enough. And having to deal with a nosey, ignorant person who intrudes on my privacy while I am sitting on a closed lid toilet bowl as I pump is even worse.

So, when I was rudely interrupted by the cleaning lady while I was at a client’s place recently while I was pumping in one of the stalls of the toilets, I was none too pleased. Granted my pump unit does make some funky noises, but trust me on this – there is no need to panic by asking me several times to open the door even after I “mai pen rai, mai mi pan ha” her repeatedly. (Literally translated as never mind, no problem)

After a minute waiting right outside my closed cubicle door and calling out to me several times, the ignorant twat still would just not leave me alone. I got so pissed that I opened the door angrily with the pumps still stuck to my breasts as the pump unit was still buzzing away, raised my voice at her with a “WHAT!”, and showed her what I was doing right at that time while I was still seated on the toilet seat with one foot holding on to the door.

A charming sight I bet, and only after she saw what she saw did she walk away. There were no apologies, instead, she just mouthed an, “oh…”

“Oh!” My ass. WTF! Was I embarrased? Nahh…far from it.Since becoming a mother, the term embarrassing has lost all meaning. All dignity has been pretty much stripped away the moment the baby left my womb. So forget about feeling embarrassed, I just was royally annoyed. Annoyed at the unnecessary intrusion that even in the privacy of a public restroom, she would not let up and leave me alone.

She never did come back after that. And, as I finished up my pumping business, I was somewhat comforted by the fact that perhaps, to make up for all the inconveniences which she caused me, she had probably seen the scariest sight of her life.

Image from Google

This is such an undignified sight, isn’t it. Perhaps, that will teach her to never, ever intrude on anyone’s privacy again when she hears any funky noise in the bathroom.

Food for thought

Category: Entertainment

Here’s something to ponder about for the day…

Gives you a different perspective of life, isn‘t it?

Being Belligerent

Category: Spud: Stories and Updates

Spud is obsessed with doors – any doors – and it is driving.me.up.the.wall.

If the door is opened, she closes it. And if it is closed, she opens it and then closes it again. And if she is from the inside, she’ll be locking and unlocking it every 10 seconds while opening and closing it.

The door knob covers we bought worked to a certain extent, but she has also figured out that if she turns the damn thing rigorous enough, the covers would break into two and she can get to the door knob. They say sometimes kids do that to get attention, and so, when it boils down to that, we should just ignore it and not react. Ignoring her doesn’t help and I’ll tell you why – try listening to the sound of doors opening and slamming shut for like 100 times in 3 minutes and tell me that you can ignore it without worrying that your kid’s fingers will not get caught in between the hinges!

I don’t know what it is with her and doors. One time, Silver Bullet discovered that she had apparently locked our Master Bedroom door from the inside. And guess where the keys to the rest of the doors in the house are kept? Yes, in the Master Bedroom, of course. And at another time, she had locked the door behind her with Squirt inside.

Use a foam door stopper at the hinges? Doesn’t work! If anything, Spud thought that the resistance she got from the stopper is much more fun in trying to close and open the door. Days like that, I do feel like ripping off all the doors in our home just so that the closing and opening would stop.

Being the spirited child that she is, Spud managed to piss the hell out of her father after swimming class the other day. She had refused to leave the shower after Silver Bullet had clean her up. And when Silver Bullet stepped out of the shower, past the door, she did not follow like she always does (usually after a lot of telling her nicely which progressed to stern warnings)– instead, she closed the cubicle door after Silver Bullet and locked it from the inside with her in it. She refused to open it, and Silver Bullet had to improvise by using a coin to unlatch the door from the outside.

OK. I was guilty of laughing my ass off when he related to me what happened, and, from a 3^rd person point of view, you gotta admit that the story was quite funny! Obviously Silver Bullet didn’t think so…Ooops! Especially because the floor of the shower cubicle is slippery, with sharp edges and that if Spud had unknowingly turned the shower tap to red instead of blue (and I so could see her do it!), she’d be scalded by extremely hot water coming out of the shower head! It is so easy to laugh at it, but, honestly, had that been ME on the other side of the door, I wouldn’t be laughing my ass off, either. I would be livid, too.

Spud is Spud at her belligerent best. But as they all say, this is just a phase.