Why am I calling it stinky pillow? Imagine while you are sailing away in your beautiful slumber, suddenly something wet and cold and odd smelling lands straight on your nose….  Yes, I immediately knew it was her stinky pillow that rested on my face with one corner well suckled by Iris who is sleeping next to me. Ewwwww…. The smell was not that totally unpleasant, otherwise I’ll be fainting like almost every night.  That is the smell that uniquely identifies the pillow from the rest.  And I have to get rid of the smell FAST!  Getting rid of the pillow, you say? That will be the most un-smart decision ever made and a passport to long unsettled days filled with tantrums and pitiful whine, mark my words.  Been there for doing something almost similar.

Once upon a time when she was too small for the stinky pillow.

Once upon a time when she was too small for the stinky pillow.

Jangan kacau aaaa.....

Jangan kacau aaaa.....

Stinky pillow is everywhere

Stinky pillow is everywhere

When I arrived home this evening, her nanny announced that the pillow was officially stink free!  Superb! She disposed my daughter’s treasure into the washing machine, let it roll for one round with detergent and softener and finally hanged it to dry. When Iris got hold of that newly washed, sweet smelling supposedly stinky pillow, she put it to her face instantly but her expression changed. Something amiss, she felt. She could sense that the pillow was somehow “different”.  She held it at arm length, examined it at every angle and sniffed it again. Finally she was satisfied that it was her stinky pillow, the only difference is that the stinkiness was down by several nothches.

She was satisfied. Mummy is happy.  Anyway, tonite there will still be a soft, wet at one corner object landed on my face, minus the aroma that was highly adored by that little princess who is currently sleeping soundly in our room.

I should call it a day too. Nite nite.

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