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Broody, Icky, Sucky and fat!
By bigpumpkin | October 25, 2006
Yup. That kind of describes me today.
Ever since Australia, I’ve been fighting really hard to stay above water whilst feeling under the weather and for some reason, we never seem to get enough rest come the weekend. (Note to self when acquire ability to change the world: Must add in more HOURS to a day)
It was only natural that the Hubs being on leave this past 2 days was something I was really looking forward to, thinking “ahh……he is home and I can finally get a break from T!” I can spend some ’me’ time. I can catch up on work. I can read. I can, I can, I can!
Alas, it was not meant to be. Yesterday we were busy visiting friends as it was Hari Raya (Muslim Celebration). This morning, the Hubs was grumpy as hell going on about our bloody Government.
He is in the process of applying to withdraw some money from EPF to help pay for one of our housing loans and of course, being where we are, nothing is ever easy. The forms are hard to understand because they ask the most obscure questions. The people you call are only interested in their thieving morning tea breaks, not helping you. Then if you make the effort to actually visit the said Government Department, they send you back repeatedly, each time requesting you to bring a new document along. It can get anally frustrating, to say the least.
But when I came back here, I adapted. I realised that for all the screw ups that I’d have to go through here, there’d be many an ice-cream and lolly to make up for it. Unfortunately, the Hubs hasn’t despite living here for almost 10 years now. When I suggest we live somewhere else since he is so unhappy here, he grunts. When I tell him it is futile getting upset at the Government, he grunts. It sure is no fun being with someone who grunts so much, and I tell him that.
So there you go. THAT spoilt my day.
On top of that, the ‘me’ time I’d planned has evaporated into the thick haze. I also have a nose that’s swollen from dancing, sinuses that beg to be killed, Aunt Flo’s mood swings to deal with AND a curious toddler that keeps asking, “What’s that, Mummy? What’s that? What’s that?” a gazillion times.
I am certainly NOT cooking dinner for anyone tonight!
Topics: Pumpkin City, The Pumpkin life, Square Pumpkin |
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