The Perils of Moving…

I know I am very behind in terms of blogging and I have a very good reason: we’ve been searching for a new pad since August last year and we have finally found it! The past few months have not been smooth sailing and there were a lot of disagreements and my laundry was piling up as I simply do not have the time to complete my household chores. And although we’re moving to our dream suburb, I am dreading the move and doubt if I will really love living there. Alright, it is just the packing and sorting out that is stressing me that’s making me say such a thing (wait till the husband reads this and interrogates me)…I fill up a box, only to realize that I need something inside and rip off the tape to take out one tiny item and seal it again then rip it again. This has happened twice. I wish I have a genie who can pack up every single item in my house and allow me to retrieve one small, unimportant, possibly frivolous thing and put it away and still manage to transport it all to my new place in an instant. Maybe then, I won’t need to convince myself that moving house is no sweat at all.

Back to sorting & packing…

My new mornings…

Here I am, at Starbucks, having my caffè latte while waiting for my kids to finish school. I enjoy sitting here with a nice cuppa without the worries of house chores, making lunch and etc but it is not everyday that I get to pretend that I am a lady of leisure. Today is a special day as I have got errands to run or else I wouldn’t be able to enjoy  such a luxurious morning.

This new school year, my girls have started attending kindergarten in the morning session and I start my day early, at 0615. So far, it has been good except today when I overslept! I had set my alarm but the ringer was adjusted to only level 4 (or 4 bars). And as I always turned my iPhone to silent every night before I hit the sack and have the alarm go off every morning without fail, it didn’t occur to me to check the ringer volume. That is until today. I woke up to Beatrice hugging me and when I opened my eyes, I got a shock- the sky was bright at 0730 and I literally jumped out of bed and got started. Well, we weren’t late for school but the girls had to eat brekky in the car and I left the house with drawing my brows.

Having said all that, I still prefer starting the day early and ending it early as well. My girls do not nap these days and they sleep by 8pm. They reach home by 1130, eat lunch, have a bath, play and snack and before I know it dinner would be over by 6pm. We don’t go out at night as well, all errands and shopping would have to be done in the day. I really love this new routine and while it seems like never-ending work and I am always doing something, I can’t imagine going back to the afternoon session where we only start the day when half the day has already gone.

Random thoughts & photos

Last night, I had the most gossipy conversation with the husband and the topic lasted for an hour and kept my mind so awake I had problems falling asleep. We talked about how some behaviors can shape and thus make some people low-class. It really has nothing to do with social status but more to do with one’s attitude and behavior. Really.   Like inserting profanities in every verbal conversation, using the index finger to get a waiter’s attention or using the index finger in replace of words and many more. And it makes me feel very uncomfortable when I’m in the company of someone who behaves like that. Another major thing I find unacceptable is how some parents let their children get away with bad behavior.

This is my story…We have a friend who lets her son get away for hitting Beatrice. This was at a friend’s home, I remember sitting on the floor next to Beatrice, this boy and his mother as we chatted. Suddenly, this boy smacked Beatrice on her leg. It was not an accidental, reflex action or clumsiness- it was purposeful and intended. I was shocked and waited for the mother to discipline him. She did nothing. I think she ought to have apologized to me and Beatrice for her son’s behavior. I totally respect it if she doesn’t want to hit him or scold him but I believe that under that social setting, that situation, she really was not behaving as a proper person. I only saw disrespect and bad manners. And that concludes to low-class behavior. I also believe that she would be mad if someone had hit her son and walked away without apologizing. As a host or not, I will not allow my children to hit anyone and as a host, I will even apologize if someone else’s kid injured themselves in my house. These are just simple, basic courtesy. And seriously, I would be embarrassed if my child hits someone. Very embarrassed but I will remember how to feel for the victim. I’ve also seen some children whose parents allow them to hit their helpers, which I think is atrocious and barbaric. What are you teaching your child? These parents are simply low-class, in my opinion. Okay, I think I should stop going on about all these low-class stuff…it is never-ending. I shall move on to the photos taken over the last weeks…

On the 1st January, my girlfriend’s son turned 4 and these are the party favor the girls received…

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Aren’t they cute? I find them very cute.

And Emma wearing her dad’s headphones…

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At the beach after school…

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So, are there any pet peeves you wanna share? Any low-class behaviors you have observed?

A Great Start

It is a brand new year and a brand new start. We’ve decided to change the girls to morning session and while it proved to be a little daunting at first, its seems that we made the right choice. A good choice indeed. Although I must add that on the first day of school, I was like a ninja hiding behind pillars so they couldn’t see me and cried like a baby after reassuring them I’ll come back to pick them up. All these after spending six weeks, 24/7 with them (without the three hours of school)…

Some pictures taken in the month of December…

Our Christmas dinner…

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Fried chicken from Popeye’s and Chilean red wine…

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The girls were getting excited over the set-up, the candles and the FOOD!

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Here, I am trying to have a mommy-baby moment with the cheekiest person who later told us that this was the best Christmas ever.

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Our strawberry shortcake from Rive Gauche.IMG_0373

Cute farm animals candles from Marks & Spencer.IMG_0376

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The delirious look on her face I love to see, for whatever reasons…

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And the man who made his wife very happy that evening…

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And on the eve of New Year’s eve…

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Bye bye Yaya…3 months on…

I was reading a friend’s post on her helper’s no-show at the airport and it inevitably brought me to think about my ex-helper. While my girlfriend and her family waited eagerly for their helper to arrive after her home-leave, I sent my helper home after two years of service. I decided not to take any more sh*t and look after my two young daughters myself.

I had a lot of struggles with my ex-helper, although there were times I think she has done her job well. She adores my children and I had no qualms leaving them with her for an hour or two while I rushed to the market or run errands. But that was it. She gave very little domestic help and often had to be reminded to do simple everyday chores; like vacuuming, sweeping/ mopping. And whenever she made a mistake, she would glare back at me and lie straight-faced. I used to go hopping mad whenever she does that then I started asking God for peace and calm to handle her defiant attitude- and I got it, I would breeze past her and show her the evidence only to see her smiling sheepishly. See, it was to a point that I would have disagreements with the husband because of her. He feels that I should overlook her mistakes and laziness. But it got worse, and so did her attitude. At the end of the day, we decided to give her an ultimatum (the numerous prep talk wasn’t going anywhere)-  leave to work in Hong Kong (her first choice before choosing Singapore, but she came to Singapore after the Manila hostage crisis in August, 2010 for fear that she would be mobbed in Hong Kong) or stay with us with a raise in her salary. I was constantly afraid that she would make a mistake like turning the gas stove on without realizing it or lose the house keys or whatever that would stress me up big time. Because I knew that she was distracted yet do not know how to tell us what she wants, I was very unhappy. I remember praying to God for an answer and the next day, she told me that she wants to work in Hong Kong but feared the unknown. And I thought that was God’s answer to me: that this person has no intention to work with us anymore and wants to pursue greener pastures in Hong Kong. I also thought that the longer she worked with us, she will create more problems because she’s not happy working in Singapore in the first place.Of course, I wanted her to leave my house immediately.

My dear husband is a very kind man and he offered to accompany her to the agency who deals with maids planning to work in Hong Kong, in case she gets cheated. Both my husband and I went with her. After some fact-finding, she seemed more determined to go to Hong Kong, or so we thought. Over lunch, she told us that she doesn’t have any savings and going to work in Hong Kong would mean no money left to buy presents for her children. I couldn’t believe my ears! But I couldn’t believe my husband’s reaction even more!!! He snapped at her, saying that that should be the least of her concern now and she should prioritize. He also promised to pay for the renewal of her passport and some extra cash on top of her salary, and we thought that would help her. Then just a few days before her departure, she told me that we had forced her to go to Hong Kong and I swear that my blood vessels burst. I cannot believe that a 40-year-old woman, mother of two, would say such ungrateful things, immature things. For her, it didn’t matter at all. I was a little heartbroken and very angry but I took it in my stride and told myself not to blow up because I am not at her level.

Anyway, it has been three months since she left and never a day comes where I wish she was still with us. It was a matter of time we lived without a helper and it just couldn’t have come at a better time. My older girl has learned to fold the laundry, wash and cook rice (although it still needs some fine tuning), pack for any activities the next day and bathe herself. I don’t cook much these days and I’ve become closer to my girls and we make it a point to do more things together, taking the public transport instead of driving the car, and sharing a bath every once in a while. It is tough work and I do not have any help from my mom or mother in-law. But I have to remind myself that housework can wait but my girls can’t; if they have something to share, that is that only moment.

Since she has gone, only Beatrice has asked me where she has gone but not Emma (the one whom the helper adored). In fact, when the helper carried Emma at the airport she struggled and broke free, crying for her dad. I thought that was unusual as Emma was closer to her than Beatrice was. The girls have not cried because they miss the helper and I think it is a good thing. I do not want them to give their hearts to someone who is just going to be with them for a while, which is why I have always made an effort to do everything with them instead of letting the helper do. And I knew from the day my helper came to work for us, she would always return home to her family…to where she belonged.

 

Outing at ViVoCity…

 

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