Going to ngiam a bit here.
Last evening, Declan had steamed pomfret for dinner. He likes it except that he can't seem to swallow it cos I think it's flaky or something? So I ended up doing a one-spoon porridge one-spoon fish thingy. But before that, I was scooping the fish for him, and my MIL kept HOVERING behind me, telling me to scoop the back so don't have bones, don't scoop so near the spine, etc etc.
#1 - My dad loves to fish
#2 - My family hasn't had to buy fish from the market for a very long time
#3 - I am TEOCHEW!
#4 - I am the one who taught her son aka my hubby which parts of the fish to take to get the non-bony parts(He used to just blindly scoop)
I was THIS close to snapping "No need to teach me, go teach your son first if you need to teach someone how to scoop fish"
Then after that, I overheard from the 2nd floor hubby and MIL asking each other if they have already invited the relatives over for Declan's birthday dinner. It went back and forth with the "I didn't ask, I thought you asking?" kinda nonsense. Finally I couldn't take it, I went "Nobody want to call, then don't call la!" Don't know if they heard from the first floor, but honestly don't care liao. I mean, I'm the one that didn't want a party in the first place, yet I HAVE ALREADY SETTLED MY SIDE!
Oops, ngiam a bit become ngiam alot.
Yes yes, I know I need to chill... breathing in and out real deeply now.