we were all out and about on those four days. the boys had a weekend full of football, hubby had a weekend full of football although his was in jakarta and the boys' football weekend was at home. but still…my laundry for the first 2 days was full of nikes and adidas and pumas. once hubby returned from jakarta the boys dragged him for a round of kick-a-bout which lasted 2 hours.
the next day, after weeks of requesting, we took the boys for a walk around the neighbourhood. we walked for 3kms from home to d'bayu. amir, akmal and asyraf jogged half of the way. amir was happy he got to take the same route his schoolmates took on the school run he missed 2 weeks back. ariff was whining from start to finish.
the plan was to take one route to the shops, have breakfast and walk back another route. while having breakfast ariff was spurting out so many ideas - send him to his teacher's house, call my sister, leave him at the shop, call a taxi home - because he refused to walk back. everyone else were giving him the evil eye because they were all looking forward to the morning walk. in the end we gave in to ariff's request and took a taxi home. thanks ariff!
when we got home, it was again football all the way. the boys played in the hot sun from lunchtime to dinnertime, its surprising they didn't come in all tanned.
on tuesday, the boys followed hubby for their weekly futsal game. usually its on sundays but they moved it to tuesday. i finally had some time to myself which i spent slaving over (ok, exaggeration) the stove.
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