Tonton dragged kilos of groceries, fruit drinks, meats from the market by Saturday noon, barging his way through the packed weekend shoppers. Then the food was washed, chopped, marinated, skewered... the preparation continued on beyond midnight. While taking care of Cola, I went onto child-proofing the house, rearranged furniture, cleared away fragile toys, blew up half a dozen balloons, decorated the living room, totally exhausted by dinner time. Grandma was yawning as she was still frying the prawn crackers by 10pm. Tonton is still cutting up the fruit salad at 2am.
During the night, Cola woke up 7-8 times during the night, I had barely rested. Yet Grandma, Tonton & I all have to get up early in the morning to continue all the frying, baking, and decorating.
All this effort, to what end?
To hear the little one's peals of laugher as he play with his little guests? To see his eyes sparkle as he receive all those new presents? And to see him gorge on the sumptuous feast that we have laid in front of him?
Alas, I think my effort has gone to waste today. EggEgg was bloody cranky all day long. He was not thrilled with the balloons and the decorations, he was not particular interested in his little guests, and he was downright whining when it comes to cake time.
Where did we go wrong? The menu contains his favourite food: prawn crackers, corn cob, fruits. The cake has his favourite cartoon character laid on top (for an extra $10 bucks, such extravagance!) The guests were his favourite buddies.
Yet he wasn't happy. Nor was I.
By the end of the day, I resented EggEgg for ruining the party. And I told myself that I won't throw another party for him for the next 2 years. Just you see.
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