day out w bee

bee took a day's leave yesterday. had wanted to head up to melaka with him before i start work. i had also planned to tell mum i will be needed for an office event for the whole day/ evening and had arranged with my sis to settle her dinner for her. this would, hopefully, manage her mental state and not cause her to get anxious. but the trip did not materialize in the end and things became superbly spontaneous...

due to some issues, bee couldn't leave for malaysia last minute. and we had to cancel the trip the day before. thankfully, we had only planned for a day trip and did not make any hotel bookings whatsoever. quickly, i changed the program such that we would have our breakfast and head out for some outings through the day before heading for a nice dinner. in short, the plan became a local day out. 

yesterday came, and mum went for her rehab at 9am as per usual. bee came to pick me up about 1030am and we headed out for breakfast and then... mum called. i am not feeling well, she said, i wanna go home. come and pick me. hmmm, wtf, she's manja-ing again, i thought. but well, ok, will have to pick her regardless. and just like that, our day out was interrupted. bee quickly send me home, and i went to pick mum up before settling lunch for her. i was not happy for the fact that the frequency of her calling me and telling me to pick her up from the rehab center in the middle of the day has increased significantly of late. how do i stop her from doing so? she has recently taken to the habit of doing so when she feels she wants to come home for whatever reasons. and she would cry-baby about her pains, her body aches, etc, although when i pick her up, she seemed ok. this cannot continue once i start work.

i called my sis and she told me to leave her alone and to ignore her calls, something that i couldn't do lest she gets upset and start throwing tantrums. balancing between the lesser of both evil, i picked her up in the end. i had to work and will be home late, i told her. for all intent and purpose, i wanted her to get used to my absence. i cannot allow her to assume i will always be at her beck and call, not when things are still new when i start work next week. you cannot do this next time, if you feel unwell, you should lie down on the bed at the rehab center and not insists on me picking you. i told her. and she got angry. if you don't like me to stay in your house, i will move out... she retorted as i drove her home. and for that moment i blew my top. don't you ever suggest moving out again... etc etc etc... well, the conversation spiral downwards for a while but recovered soon. i guessed i have come to a stage where i could blow my top yet at the same time sound pro-her. she listened to me chide her yet sayang her, and kept quiet. we came home and i quickly changed into my executive wear before "rushing off".

met up with bee for a lunch after that and did a bit of shopping before heading home at 5pm. mum was kinda surprised i came home in the afternoon as i had told her i would be home late. office dinner will start at 8pm and i came back to ensure you are ok, i told her. she seemed pretty fine with this and she kept quiet. and the whole staging repeated come dinner time. things went relatively ok i guessed. and much as i had wanted it to be a nice, slow and easy day out with bee before i start work, it ended up a much disrupted day out instead. nonetheless, the moments away from mum was a good short relief for me. 

:-)