In the last 7 years of working in this current position, which is now closed technically, this is the much embarrasment I had to put myself into.
We have this monthly online conference with 15 of the region’s representatives. An idiot colleague of mine who had gone to her hometown during the weekend asked what I would like her to buy back as she was
flying in the next morning. Her state is renowned for nasi kandar
Instead of typing in her window, I typed into the regional meeting window. I instinctly tried to delete the entry which is of course futile as there is no way I could do that once the ‘enter’ key is pressed!!
Thank god, besides the chair, no one else knew what is it that I typed. They don’t speak bahasa nor do they understand, plus they were busy listening to the business review and watching the presentations shown online.
The bad thing, for me was that, the chair had to be a mentor of mine. And a good friend. And funny fellow.
Needless to say, he and few others within our close circle had such good time on my expense!
My second sister got married this month. A week after the wedding was the wedding dinner, which was yesterday.
She looked gorgeous in her sleeves ghagra choli. The groom lookign smart in his blacksuit and bow tie.
All went well. The boys were well behaved and such cutie pies they were. As the bride and bridegroom and my parents were late, I was playing the hostess instead.
And news of news, I was asked to make the opening speech for the bride. Instead of me, it was my hubby who was stressed.
D was an angel always. N was a charmer. He rocked the stage with his dance performance.
It was nice to see the rest of family, relatives. neighbours and friends. The food was good.
A few people didn’t what it means to smile. One mother-daughter pair made much effort to show their snobbish. Only because…because…the daughter is a lawyer…hahaha
Many others were simply happy and beautiful to look at. They include those whom I know and don’t.
We brought back a bouquet of fresh flowers. It sits on our living room table.
It is as beautiful as the evening we had!
I am a full time mom and a housewife on weekends. I love preparing breakfast, lunch, snacks for tea and dinner. These would be prepared from scratch and are wholesome treats. I enjoy the process of doing this all.
I also care for my children without my maid’s help. Feeding, snuggling, reading, bathing, playing, watching tv, going to the play ground, running after the small one, putting them to bed for a nap is done by me. I am happy spending quality time like this with the boys. It is a bonus if I get 45 minutes of me time to either watch tv or grab something to read.
Some where, along the way, I secretly wish for Monday to come.
I have always wanted to adopt a child. In the earlier days, I wanted to remain single and adopt a child instead. Or have my own and remain single. *hint hint* 😀 The second option was of course not discussed with mom. 😀
Then marriage happened. Then children. I have always wanted four children. Hubby three. After much discussions, we both have come to a consensus to have a third one and leave it at that.
Now comes the matter(s) hand.
If I am going to get pregnant again, I want to deliver the child before I reach 37. Honestly, I am physically tired caring for a baby at this age compared to my first one. And I hate going through the post delivery phase and the actually delivery procedure. The mere thought of the confinement period and hassle of getting back (almost) in shape and routine puts me off altogether.
Deep down hubby wants a daughter. He says I am pampered by my boys. So he wants a daughter who would love him to bits just as my boys to me.
Who could ever determine the child’s gender? For me a child is a child. Gender means nothing to me as it did not mean anything to my parents either.
I don’t mind the caring part of a newborn and sacrificing sleep. My problem is the delivery and confinement period.
Me=deliver before 37
Solution=adopt an angel
Problem solved? No. It is far from it. Hubby is against adoption. He wants his own. Not so secretly wishing for a girl. I don’t mind another boy myself. I don’t mind a girl either. What I do mind is that I should deliver before I reach 37.
We are kind of putting things on hold.
It has been a while since I bought myself an Indian attire. For my sister’s engagement ceremony, I wore a saree bought by my mom just before my wedding. That was slightly more than 5 years ago.
For sister’s wedding, her MIL bought us all new attires to be worn for the ceremony. Now comes the dinner. I went to Little India in Klang last night and got myself Annarkali suit in bright apple green. I see myself liking pink and going for bright colours like red and now green.
As I have a set of green bangles bought years ago to go with the suit, I bought a necklace set instead. Which I wouldn’t have bought in normal circumstances. The trigger was this. Went for my niece’s 30th day celebration (cousin’s daughter) and saw my second cousins dressed to the nines. They all looked so well decked and beautiful.
They liked how I looked. Simple and well groomed. I liked how they all looked. Well groomed and beautiful.
Perhaps, it is the age factor. Perhaps, this is what I want now.
I have registered two URLs with wordpress; one similar to this one, the other with my own name. I have been toying with this idea for quite awhile. Should I move or not? I kind of like the privacy setting. Of course, the privacy would be in place in the event I go public with my real name. In case.
I don’t have the heart to discard this blog. It has been with me for 8 years already. Sentiments! Sentiments!
Till then, I will stick around.
- Luck is on your side when you get an hour of extra sleep
- Sex is uninterrupted
- Or when both of you get uninterrupted sleep
- Both children are asleep the same time where you could cuddle and sleep with them too. You must have done a great deed in your past life for this. I must have been a sinner in my past life.
I miss you, sleep. I really do…