Battered. Bruised. GROUNDED.

Originally uploaded by aggietha.

Hay.

We have barely completed our house move and our furnitures get destroyed one by one. First, it was Martha swiping the TV. Now, it is Matthew jumping over our coffeetable – with glass.

I actually didnt see it because Martha and I were in the room, trying to get to her to sleep. I hear a loud bang and thought the maids broke plates or something.

I got out to see the coffeetable glass broken. (Naku parang umakyat lahat ng dugo sa ulo ko!!).

Matthew was sitting on the sofa, and he was really scared – of me making talak. He didnt see he was bleeding.

I was so angry to even react. When he saw he was bleeding quite profusely na, he started to cry. I was so mad, I told him, “Bahala ka sa buhay mo, mamamatay ka na naman” (I blogged about an incident before).

Proof that my son cant be a doctor. He wailed, “Mommy ayaw kong mamatay” He was saying this the whole time I was washing his wound.

So I was still making dakdak, saying, “Hindi ka si Superman anong akala mo, dak dak dak dak dak dak” LOL

I panicked when the bleeding wont stop so I called my Dad. Dad to the rescue, problem solved (I thought he’d need stitches).

Now, no computer for a week, no games for a week. And he needs to nap in the afternoons for a week to recover all the lost blood *wink wink* (Im a sucker for exaggerating stuff to him.LOL)

So here is the coffetable ruined,
Our coffee table without the glass.

A family friend, upon hearing the news, laughed. “Ano ba yan Aggie, isa isang sinisira gamit nyo, baka kelangan daw bago!”

The destroyers.
Ill be naming my kids like that from this day forward (parang kami yan ng bata.) LOL

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