Destroyer slept in til 9:25 today, two hours later than yesterday. She came in and woke me up, and then a few minutes later a friend called to see if I’d go for breakfast over the road. So, remembering how sad I’d been for the last two days not to see anyone, I rushed downstairs and Destroyer and I gobbled a bowl of granola and marinated raspberries before sprinting back to the flat, because I had a brunch date at 11 on the other side of Singapore.
We went to a bakery called Firebake; it had four tables outside in the direct firing line of the sun, and a table for six indoors that was occupied by a family that appeared to have forgotten to bring their iPhones with them. Empty plates lay on the table, and the family were all just slouched at various angles, scowling at one another or the world and not speaking. After a while we got moved inside, and after the staff had tried to seat six of us on four bar stools, the Family Grump moved off and we got to sit down.
All through this, not a complaint from Destroyer. I feel bad to say how surprised I was by this, but she was absolutely the model child. She was happy throughout breakfast II, not making a mess, even without a sticker book to leaf through. I think this was helped by having a four year old girl to sit next to her, the two of them playing with Beany Baby unicorns, but it was altogether uncanny. Even when I gave her some of my pistachio sorbet and she was visibly disgusted, no vocal complaint was forthcoming.
So we took her for ice cream, and then to a friend’s condo, where she swam and played in the fountains for two hours, and finally I provoked a few years when we had to leave to get the bus to the Stadium. (Also, I’d run out of snacks.) She’d not had any attempt at a nap, but we got through another 90 minutes of play in the suspiciously murky waters of the waterpark at the Stadium, before a few tears (and a bladder full of pee squirted onto my shoes as I was changing her out of her swimming costume).
She remained mostly stoic on the way home, then devoured another few slices of pizza, complained in the shower when I washed all the lather off her and wouldn’t give her more soap, and only took an hour to have all her stories and agree to sleep on her bed instead of the floor, leaving me with time and space to put away laundry and relax. It was almost like I was a good parent today.
Tomorrow may be less fun. On noticing a stench from my pillow, I removed the case to find the pillow a nasty brown colour. IKEA may have to be our first stop. At least on a Monday it should be calm…