Anywho, I decided to forgo my post-work jog this arvo (I'm trying to make an effort to get fit before summer rolls 'round and I have to bear my body at the beach - having said that I'm only on day four of daily jogging/cross training/martial arts training and I've already missed a workout) to come and hang out at club de'souza. When I don't see them in a few days I kinda miss them and their craziness. It was only meant to be a short visit but I wound up staying for dinner (and by that I mean I ordered food from Bach dang because I didn't feel like eating what the kids were eating -chicken and broccoli and rice and corn, in case y'all were interested - and ate/watched gossip girl whilst intermittently yelling at tivi and che to finish their food).
Anyway, by the time I came out of vien and zane's room after I finished watching gossip girl (viens laptop was on low batt so I had to move from the dinner table to their room halfway through the ep to plug it in), vien was washing the dishes, and zane, was washing the children. I asked vien if I could help with anything and she's all like, nah...but she looked all tired and shit so when the kiddies all came out of the shower I entertained them for a bit while she did this:
on the mat in the living room.
Give her a break, she only had 2.5 hours sleep last night. Tiv woke her parents at 4.30 this morning because she had a bad dream. When later asked what her dream was about she said she dreamt of a baby...that was made out of wood. And it was scary. And she had to try and hide the baby from the mummy. As in, from the baby's mummy, not from like, one of those preserved ancient egyptian people wrapped in bandages. Although that would've been more understandably scary.
So anyway, while mummy took a very short, but much deserved nap, we did this:
Haha she looks pretty freaky.
Yep, still going...
But jc couldn't let mummy sleep in peace...
Wow, she MUST be tired. Kiki was there too btw...
So anyway, after we had our fun, I read the kiddies a story and they were sent to bed.
And then I volunteered to sweep and mop because vien was tired and she deserves a rest sometimes. Plus I always invite myself over and eat all her food and make messes for her to clean up while I take naps randomly on her bed or couch. It's only fitting that I give her a break every now and then.
As a kid I didn't really use to appreciate vien too much. She was always kind of that weird sister who threatened to staple my toes together, and used to o and turn off the trail of lights I used to leave on leading to the bathroom at night (I was shit scared of the dark and she used to love taunting me with that). I even told her that she wasn't my favorite sister once - I was a little brat when I was younger.
As I grew up though, we became closer. She was still weird to me, but like, a crazy kind of cool-weird. She was pretty and funny and awesome and I wanted to be pretty and funny and awesome just like her. So much so that she teased me for being in love with her and called me an incestuous lesbian. And also a pee pervert, but it wasn't MY fault that she'd do her wees while i was already brushing my teeth in the bathroom, jeez. Haha too much info?
We had heaps of random talks about crazy things. About life, about weird hypothetical situations, and other random shit...and then cackle about it for hours. We still do.
We had these awesome, grand plans of backpacking through Europe together after I finished high school.
I was sixteen when my mum died. Each of my siblings handled it in a different way. My brother, I don't think has really let go - he still has his issues that he's dealing with. Though, we all do. My oldest sister went mute for a few days, didn't talk to anyone. My middle sister was really angry at first...and she, like the rest of us, cried, a lot. Vien, however, I never saw crying. She was never really one to show her emotions; she always gave the illusion of having it all together, of always being happy. I knew that that wasn't always the case...she didn't let many people in, but I pestered her enough to sometimes see snippets of her real self. After mum died she walked away; got away. Just for her, she needed to. But in all that craziness, whenever I needed her, she'd come back, and be there -crazy rants and all, and make me smile, if only for a little while.
The day before she left for New Zealand (the first time), she told me she was pregnant. I was all like, no wayyyyyyyyyy, you're a liar! She smiled and I knew she wasn't kidding.
The next nine months were a blur, but at the end of that (not to mention a whole night/morning at westmead hospital) came tivianh. She almost killed her mother on her way out, but as I walked into that delivery room, and watched her gigantic eyes staring up at a terrified-looking Zane, we knew it had all been worth it.
And then she fell pregnant with Che, and then Jc, each time announcing it to me with a 'guess what??...' I decided she must be the world's most fertile woman. And that mum and dad should really have let her do those sex ed classes.
Anyway, my point is, none of us ever expected vien to be a mum. But now that she is, like anything she really puts her mind to, she's awesome at it. She really is the best mum a kid could have - and I hope my niece and nephews continue to appreciate that as they grow up.
Today, and every day, I'm thankful for family. Especially to amazing sisters who are always there to listen, and talk gibberish, and cackle late into the night. Even if they DO inconsiderately get knocked up and ruin your grand plans of traveling the world.
Lol and Zane I will never forget the second time I met you (the first was rather uneventful), when you came to the temple for one of my mum's prayer sessions, which turned out to fall on some sort of holy day, which meant that we had to do one bow for each of the hundred-and-something reincarnations of buddha. It was hi-larious. we've never had to do it since, I swear the monks were just messing with ya. Haha
Love your heads!
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