I’m rushing home as I compose this post. Got a call from home about my girl refusing to go to school and cried non-stop.
I’m mentally tired just thinking about how best I should handle this. Apparently there is a class bully who went around pinching kids.
I’m angry about being the only and default person to put kids behavior right. I feel suffering as I am being pressured to get back to full time work.
As I remind myself I am thankful for marrying my husband, for having two lovely children, supportive in-laws, I am less mad. I take a deep breath and calm myself down as I alight from the MRT. My mind is now occupied with grabbing lunch and then time with my girl.