Yes, for five days, my sis and I are going to become latched-key children. Of course, our biological ages don’t quite warrant the “children” label. But then, we’re always our parents’ children right? Heh.
My parents are jetting off to HK in a couple of hours for five days! It’s like some love affair my family has with the territory you know. What led to this trip was really the incredible offer that SQ was having two weeks ago–$98++ per person (two to travel) to HK! My parents, having not been back to HK in a long time, then decided to go. Hell, their two tickets combined was cheaper than mine! In any case, I think my Dad is very excited because he hasn’t been back to his place of birth in a long time. And my mum is getting all excited about the wet markets (I, like my mum, enjoy going to wet markets and imbibing the local flavour of life), the lovely scenery of Lantau and Macau, food and shopping. Incidentally, I didn’t buy any clothes and shoes from HK this time! (I deserve some applause here for such a feat.)
Before my sis and I said goodbye to our parents as we were leaving for work this morning, we had all these instructions meted out to us. Remember to:
– Feed the dogs and change the water in their bowls (they are obviously afraid of coming back to two canine carcasses)
– Change the newspapers in the dogs’ toilet. (Yes, of course. Even my dogs are smart enough to refuse to step on the newspapers once they’ve dirtied it. Now, why can’t we ever train dogs to clean up after themselves????!!!!)
– Water the plants (my mum’s precious mini-nursery which dots the apartment needs a lot of TLC. She would kill me if they all wilted after five days.)
– Check that the stove is switched off before leaving the house and going to bed (if you read in the newspapers of two sisters being gassed in their sleep, you know what happened)
So for the next couple of days, I won’t have my morning freshly squeezed fruit juice lovingly prepared by my mum every morning before I go to work. *sob*
Yes, it makes me realise (very embarrassingly) what a kidult I am. And the exchange my sis and I had before we left for work:
Sis: So what are we eating for dinner?
Me: Don’t know.
Sis: I’ll call you when I get off work.
Ah, let’s see how we two cope in the next couple of days. Say, someone should do a reality programme on kidults being left to cope on their own.
Watch this space!