Ben 10 on 10.10.10

Since it was 10.10.10 yesterday, the powers that be in Astro decided to milk it dry and showed a Ben 10 marathon. Started at 5 a.m., ended at 12 midnight. Bad news, Ben 10 the entire day. Good news, my kids let me off for the day, yeay!

So for the 1st time in donkey years, hubby and I got to go out on a "real" outing just the 2 of us (read: not an outing to Carrefour to buy ikan). We ended up having Japanese lunch and a chick-flick movie about someone's sperm getting switched. We got to sit in the couple's seat, where all the other hormonally crazed teenagers were sitting (I am sure the girl on my left was giving her boyfriend a hand job.. ewww!).  So it was supposed to be a fun day out for us right? Errrr..


What is it about being parents that makes it compulsory for us to feel guilty when we are trying to have fun without the kids? I should've enjoyed being able to eat all those sushis without tiny fingers trying to steal away my Ebiko.. I should've savoured the freedom of sitting down without having to get up every 5 minutes to attend to endless requests for various types of drinks.. But nooooo.. all the time I was thinking, hmm, Sarah would've liked this. This is Danish's favourite. Adam would have loved these broccoli.. Sigh..


The movie was a no-brainer, but between the couples making out left right and front; and me thinking about the kids ("kesiannye diorang makan nasik dgn kari ayam aje kat rumah..").. I lost track of the plot a few times (altho there were not much plot to follow in the first place..).


Sigh, perhaps when they are all in their 20s and all gone to college, perhaps I could have a peaceful and guilt-free outing with the hubby.. perhaps..