Archive for March 2012

I love you

March 31, 2012

When my husband and I aren’t shouting at each other across the room, driving each other up the wall, tearing out each other’s hair, breathing down each other’s necks and fighting like petulant kids, we actually do bother with sweet little gestures. Like this message I found scribbled on Lucien’s erasable board one morning.


March 27, 2012

Last weekend, Helena made a special trip to come and see Lucien from London. Lucien took to her immediately and the pair ran around the house squealing with laughter as I busied myself with meal preparation in the kitchen. We went to the park to soak in the sunshine on Saturday afternoon and Lucien had so much fun with Helena that for hours after she left on Sunday, he was running around the house looking for 阿姨,阿姨. Awww bless him.

Happy Mother’s Day!

March 20, 2012

I celebrated my second Mother’s Day on Sunday. Becoming a mummy is most definitely the second craziest thing I have done in my life, with the first being marrying a crazy ang-moh twice my age and having his baby.

The first year was god-damn, f**king hard, it was no doubt the hardest thing I have ever had to go through. I felt my body was no longer mine and I felt very unattractive. I was constantly exhausted and the amount of tears I shed was enough to drown me in my sorrows.

But I am now starting to really enjoy and embrace motherhood! (Okay fine, except when I am wiping smelly poo from my son’s arse.) It is still terribly difficult, I get up at 0630 every single day and never have a day off, I still cry when I get overwhelmed, I get very frustrated when he misbehaves, but it is heartbreakingly sweet when he comes and hold my hand or smother me with wet kisses.

Happy Mommy’s Day to all mummies, especially to those who have more than one child and look after them yourself, you are my hero.

Post card

March 18, 2012

I spent two days looking for my debit card in my house. I last saw my little vandal playing with my wallet prior to the disappearance of the card so I knew he definitely had something to do with it. Sadly, since a 20-month-old could neither understand the problem nor explain what he’d done with the card, I figured the usual method of “asking the person what happened” wasn’t going to work in this scenario. I was very tempted to ring the bank to cancel the card since I had literally overturned my house. But somehow I held off, knowing the act of cancellation would almost certainly be followed by first the naive joy of discovery then the sickening realisation of the uselessness of the card.

So I waited patiently for two days! And FINALLY much to our amazement we found the card, stuck in the door, because the numpty had decided to post it. It was by pure luck that we managed to find it, afterall who would have thought he would pull such a stunt? It was the very last place I would look. But the aspiring postman tried to commit the same offence the next day and was caught red-handed. As usual he walked away scott free after some finger wagging.

I have now learnt to put my wallet in a safe place, out of the way of naughty little boys who pose as irresponsible postmen.

On my way to work (II)

March 7, 2012

On my way to work (I)

March 7, 2012