The conversations are imaginary, but the situations are real.
Me: You sure you’ll be okay?
The Mister: Yeah. Don’t worry.
Me: Alright then. I should be gone for a couple of hours. Three hours at the most. If he gets hungry there’s milk in the fridge.
The Mister: We’ll be fine. Have fun.
Me: (skipping and dancing to the car) Woohoo freedommmmmm!
The Mister: Err… don’t forget to come home!
Hatta: Why is Mummy so happy, Ayah? Where is she going? Wait… why isn’t she taking me with her? She forgot me!
The Mister: No she didn’t. She has an appointment with the hairdresser’s. She’ll be back in a few hours. In the meantime, I’ll take care of you. It’ll just be the two of us.
Hatta: But you’ve never taken care of me on your own before. Without Mummy around.
The Mister: There’s a first for everything. I’ll manage.
Hatta: Why couldn’t we all go out, together?
The Mister: Mummy needs her “me time”.
Hatta: What’s “me time”?
The Mister: Some newfangled idea about having some time away from us for her to relax. Apparently to avoid tipping over the edge.
Hatta: Oh pish posh. Taking care of me can’t be all that bad. Keep me well fed and I’m happy.
The Mister: Well to be fair, there are times when you drive your mother crazy, you know. With your incessant bawling.
Hatta: Ridiculous. I’m nothing if not adorable.
The Mister: Not on your cranky days. There have been times when she was this close to smashing stuff against the wall in frustration.
Hatta: Oh… that must explain those days when she turns into a monster. I just thought she was some kind of She-Hulk. Or play-acting, for my amusement.
The Mister: Mummy doesn’t act, Hatta. When she loses her temper, you take cover.
Hatta: So she is a She-Hulk, then.
The Mister: Sometimes. So, what shall we do now? Are you up for some tummy time?
Hatta: Hmmm… not feeling it. When will Mummy be back?
The Mister: In about a couple of hours or so.
Hatta: I think I’ll take a quick nap then. I’ll wake up when she gets home.
The Mister: I have no problems with that; makes my job easier.
Hatta: It’s her first time out without me. I bet she misses me.
The Mister: I don’t know… she seemed awfully happy when she left. Like a prisoner out on bail.
Hatta: (yawning) I still think she’ll miss me.
Me: (in the car) Aaaaah a few hours of freedom… this feels sooooo good!
I drive into a parking lot. It is relatively early on a Saturday morning, and the parking lot is empty.
Me: Oooooh look Hatta bear! Not a car in sight! We must be pretty early! Are we the first ones here, you think?
Me: Hatta bear?
Me: Tsk! I forgot! You’re at home with Ayah. And I’m the crazy woman talking to herself in the car, in an empty parking lot. Sigh.