….Talk is cheap….take it with a pinch of salt!
I’ve been trying very hard to get on my treadmill every moment after T2 falls asleep but it’s only happened twice so far because for some reason, if I’m not sleeping with her, she wakes up after a bit. *sigh*
2 weeks ago, my treadmill died on me. It just stopped. My first thought was my helper although it was unfair because I had no evidence that she’d spoilt it. I just know she uses it when we aren’t home. *sigh*
So I called the place where we purchased it and they gave me an appointment 2 weeks later and told me someone would call me back to get my details. They also said that I had to pay for the service technician to visit my treadmill to identify what was wrong and then pay for parts if some parts were faulty. Has anyone called? No. Is anyone coming on said date to look at the treadmill? The hell I know. At this rate, I might as well get myself a dip machine.
Once upon a time, I designed buildings and interiors of corporate offices and on the rare occasion, homes. Now, I clean poop and am student of a patience management course. From the drawing board as a London Architect to the realities of Motherhood, I have certainly learned many lessons in humility. And then others.....
To succeed in the corporate world, first succeed with your kid as the happy boss. Seriously.
This blog is about me, Mamapumpkin. A crazy, demented Mom who cares full time, alone, without any help, for an even crazier preschooler AND a baby with a boob addiction problem. *sniff* Someone, please get me a chair.......
I write anything that comes out of my head, mostly without thinking first, which almost always gets me into trouble (according to my husband, also known as the love of my life.......on a good day).
My pet monkeys drive me towards challenge after challenge, 24/7.
Gotta love it.
Contact me : Mamapumpkin at gmail dot com
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