I know the grass is always greener but today, I had one of those days. Yes, THOSE days. You know, those days when you just want to scream out loud in an open stadium? Those days when you just want to smash everything breakable in sight? Those days when you just feel like eating the entire chocolate factory in Belgium? I had one of those.
I brought Tee and T2 to swim at our apartment’s pool, as promised (although after sleeping at 5am, I sure as hell didn’t feel like it) but this alone proved to be stressful. The reason I couldn’t bring our helper along is because she is so slow (by my standards, may I qualify) that she had to cook our lunch. We left at 11am to be back by noon or just after for lunch. When we got to the pool, I realised we’d forgotten to put some mosquito repellant on T2. I live beside a jungle. It didn’t take a blind man to see that the mozzies just swarmed around her new fresh blood. T2 has never been to our poolside. Never.
A hundred staircase steps later, we were back in the pool again. With mozzie repellant. It was hot. It was so hot, I was swimming in sweat. I was wetter than Tee! And she was the one who was swimming! T2 was in the Baby Bjorn (ERGO was in the car) looking out at her big sister get wet. Then Tee says she wants to go to the baby pool. So we packed our stuff and walked to the baby pool. Then she said she wanted to go back to the big pool. Off we went again. I needed to be close to her and needed to see her although on hindsight, what would I have done really, if she was drowning? Throw T2 into the pool to rescue her sister? Or dive in together with T2 and hope she remembers what it’s like inside the womb?
After 45 minutes, T2 started fussing so I tried feeding her, exposing my breast to more than a dozen apartment dwellers who looked down upon the pool. Great. She wouldn’t stop fussing, so after trying to placate her several times, I told Tee we had to go. She wasn’t happy, of course.
Came home and lunch wasn’t ready. Tee was starving as kids are after a swim. How much more of an hour does one need to cook fried rice? I even ordered her to start cooking immediately the moment we were going to leave. She had a whole hour. I can do fried rice in an hour. Can you? Let’s see, there were carrots, meat, onions, garlic, cabbage. Cutting them would have taken me half an hour. I just don’t get it.
What made me more mad was that T2 refused to sleep all day. From 10am till now, 6pm, she has been awake. Which means I can hardly do much. I’ve told my helper that she needed to regularly feed Tee a drink every hour. Or every other hour. Does it happen? NO! I have to keep coming out of my bedroom (as I’m trying to put T2 to sleep all day!) to check on Tee and every single time, she has not got a glass of water in front of her. If she doesn’t have water in front of her, how is she supposed to drink!?! AAARRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!
And then I have Tee who cannot stop talking all day and has the loudest voice on this planet! Thus every chance T2 has of remotely sleeping is washed down the toilet. What more, Tee HAS to come into the bedroom every now and then to check on our status. No matter how hard she tries to do the ballerina tippy-toe, it always comes out sounding like a rhino stomp. Such is my girl’s footsteps.
Then T2 wakes at 630pm and needs the breast again till 710pm. I am just going crazy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!**************************************************************************
Who is Mamapumpkin?
Mamapumpkin spent 7 years in London committing crimes to gain her Bartlett BSc in Architecture. She spent 7 years as a Stay At Home Mom raising her children as documented in this Mamapumpkin blog since over 10 years ago and thereafter returned to the Corporate World stronger than ever. Her last job as Country Director of a British Railway Signalling organisation saw her getting ill with an aortal and mitral heart valve regurgitation and early stage cancer. Through her journey from working to not working to working again, she sets out to prove to all women that they can do anything and everything that they set out to do; as long as they have that fire of desire burning within and the drive to work hard. Even better with oodles of love, passion and integrity.
Despite being ill, she has grown a network marketing business from very little knowledge and experience in the otherwise infamously known MLM (Multi-Level Marketing) industry, racing from an income of ZERO to RM 100,000 monthly in merely 2 years. She is a firm believer of the MLM business model but realises the pitfalls too and understands how and why the majority of people would shy away (or zoom far away) from any MLM business.
She is now pondering the title of her new book, From Zero to 100,000 RM monthly in 2 years and has a sequel in the pipeline with the aim of helping real professionals succeed in the World of MLM. Always the giver, Mamapumpkin has supported orphans for over 30 years and has now extended her care to the sick, single mothers, and even struggling families. She believes that with the MLM business model, we can all have a life of our own desires to enable real contribution into the world.
A beautiful life without limits.
Mamapumpkin currently manages the Homeschooling Hub Malaysia on Facebook. She also runs Working Women Malaysia (not THAT kind of Working Women!), Mamapumpkin - Creating A Life of Abundance, and Funky Moms on Facebook to offer REAL support to all women who want career and life success. She is a living testimony that women really can have a lot. Being financially free has enabled her to travel the world anytime anywhere doing anything, and she spends most of her day to day with her children, reading and supporting other women.
For enquiries, please contact her at mamapumpkin at gmail dot com or WhatsApp her at +6012-2333840