It has been hard to find a pair of comfortable shoes for me nowadays.
Finally found one pair from D&C.
The shoes wore out quite soon as I wore them everywhere I went, plus the wet weather recently.
I went back to the same shop, bought the same pair of shoes, same colour and same size.
However, the feel is different when I put the replacement pair on this morning. Must be the feet. They have become bigger due to water retention. Arrgghhhhh ….. silly me, should have bought one size bigger.
Received a call from an ex-colleague last weekend. She hardly calls me, say once in a few years and those were the times she thought that I could help her think of concert items.
She suddenly called me. Started by saying she bumped into an ex-student’s parent and got to know that my kids are special kids. She continued to say she felt very sad for me. And that she was sorry that she should have called me more often. Ended up I have to console her that I’m getting on fine. Life has to go on and this is my lot and I accept it. She went on to ask many more details which I wasn’t keen to answer. She wanted to visit soon but I told her after the baby is born will be a better time.
What else do you expect me to say? Pour my heart out and cry buckets that life is so tough and so on?
One of the few times I was caught off guard.
What would you say, friends?
Why can’t he just appreciate whatever that has been planned?
Why can’t he just enjoy the fact that he gets to go out?
Why can’t he just accept that we can’t always go to the places he WANTS to EVERY time?
Why can’t he just stop the whines when told?
And ………….
Why can’t someone stop showing up a grump face?
If can’t stand it, stay away.
It is a start to a lousy long weekend and I am not going to make any effort to make magic on him or cheer someone up. I also have enough of the prolonged dosages from him. 24/7, kid who?
Sometimes, I do think about next year. It will be very different from 2008.
Let’s say Zane can start school in Jan, that will mean both of them will be in school in the mornings, leaving me with Lecia alone. In the afternoons, all three will be at home.
It means I can do many things in the mornings. Too bad most shops are only opened after 11am. It will be like the days of old with baby Zoe. Still remember that after seeing Josh off at the MRT, we both will stroll to McDonalds, IMM, Jurong Point or the parks. That period was also when Zoe became a delifrance girl, just a mini hardroll could keep her occupied for a long time, it was like her teething biscuit.
That was also the time I just gotten to know my Motherhood Chat Room friends. The first mama I met was Merry. We had a few morning breakfasts and walks at the Botanical Gardens with our babes and tots. Subsequently, more mamas joined in and we had afternoon teas at cafes (Those working ladies actually took half day afternoons off. Just goes to show how strong the bonds were then.).
Those times were easy as Zoe was fuss-free. Taking trains with her was easy too. I wonder, with Lecia, will it be the same too? Maybe it will.
I am glad with Zane, I managed alone. I hope after Lecia is here, I will continue to manage them alone. I am one resistent to foreign help. It is very difficult to live with another person from another culture in the same house. I may grow over-dependent to the extra pair of hands over time, so I rather choose not to start this kind of lifestyle. The constant thought that the finances will be stretched will be an effective detering factor.
A dear friend of mine is having some problems with her helper. When she thinks that things are beginning to be ironed out, she realises that some things will never be the same again. The picture of the broken glass is so ept in describing how she is feeling over the person. We are all emotional beings. We will grow to be fond of the people around us. When emotions are attached, it makes it harder to decide the next move. I’ve no heart to tell her again that the situation is actually very hard to reverse. I opened my mail box, clicked on her email address and closed it again. I trust in Him that all things will work out for the good of her household because she loves Him.
This sets me thinking again. I will never take a domestic helper. Even when you can get a good one, things do change over the years. Even my very good Filipina friend who worked for my ex-student’s family for 6 years, things did change too. I think the only time I may need extra help is when we have to take care of our aged parents who may be immobile and even need help in the basic day to day cleaning up.
As I am reaching the final weeks of this pregnancy, it is getting more tiring. I can’t even mop the floor or change the bedsheets now. Josh is glad to share the chores. I am also slower in doing the laundry and I vacuum the floor in “parts” now. At times I rather sweep, less taxing physically.
Water retention started on my feet. It was mum-in-law who noticed the swollen feet first last Sunday. I didn’t even realise. I just know that I can’t walk or stand for long.
Nowadays, when I am out with Zane, I am constantly holding his hand. I can no longer catch up with him. He darts and I snail-walk. Ha …….. He knows too, I guess, so he looks forward to Josh’s homecoming every evening. He even has a favourite polo shirt for Josh to change into when he is back. I think he sees that as daddy-brings-Zane-out-shirt. Very funny little guy. He knows too, when he is going out and when he is staying at home. He can tell which of the shirts are home wear clothes. He rejected the sesame shirt just now. Ha …
5 more weeks and counting down. Can’t wait.
I hardly do this, but I just did…. I shopped at a supermarket and I walked every aisle and section in it!
I’m a purposeful shopper. I’m not one who combs supermarkets. I get what I need and I get out, within minutes. However, I found myself walking through every section of food and stuffs at the supermarket near to the school just now. I also find myself dumping things after things into the basket. I placed in there, not one packet of prawn crackers, but five! I bought both types of cereals both kids like (usually I alternative between one or the other). Everything I bought, it was double or more. I looked at every kind of vegetables, fish and meat, etc …..
This is unusual of me.
Today, I shall stay at home.
Tomorrow is Lecia’s day again. Praying as usual that she will keep to the appointment we’ve made for her.
Calling it a day at the pc too. Bye, folks.
…………. sleep at night.
Finally, I’ve reached the stage whereby I cannot sleep on my belly anymore. That is my most preferred, comfortable and secured sleeping position.
I can’t sleep long facing up too as that gives backache pretty soon. 
So, I am left with side positions or sleep-walking.
Anyway, as a creature of habit, sleeping on my sides can’t get me to sleep through. I’ve not been sleeping well for the past few weeks. I’ve to constantly change sides too. However, I can’t do so within seconds. So, you have a big lady with a watermelon belly turning to face the ceiling slowly and then slowly to the other side.
The other thing I can’t do so immediately is to get off from my sofas, haiz … that’s the thing about not having firm foam sofas.
I definitely won’t try sitting on floors too much.
8 more weeks and counting down ……
to the days of my ……….
liberation ………..
ha …..
Just rumbling ……….. grumpily, that is…… **yawn**
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