MAMAPUMPKIN – A Mother's Monologue
Last Saturday, the whole family brought T1 to her School Swim Gala and forwent 2 open houses and a birthday party for it. We are always in full support of T1 at every school event that she participates in and this time round, she was really excited that she got to participate in her swimming gala. She should have started 3 years ago but she wasn’t interested then. Now, she wants me to take her to RSGC every week to train. Oh, my goodness.
I have never pushed this swimming thing with T1 because I have been a swimmer before who trained every single day for 2 hours. I do not want to put her through that. It takes up so much time and you get broad shoulders. I didn’t make it for the SEA Games either. However, she has asked for this so I will oblige until she loses interest. Just look at how serious she was – she was psyching herself up to win! She only wants to win!
She has a chess tournament this week for MSSWP. It’ll be interesting how she fares. She’s such a little firecracker – wants to make an impact with everything she does, so damn determined.
Whilst she was doing her warm up back stroke, I asked her, “Why is your mouth open during backstroke? You only need to open your mouth to breath during breast stroke and free style, right?”
She said she needed to open her mouth during back stroke because she was panting. At warm up. Gosh. What else would be open during the actual race then?
It was a glorious day of colour and cheer and I would have seriously participated in the parents versus teachers and swim team event BUT due to epic fat storage in gigantonormous proportions, I refrained from strutting the pool in my swim suit. It really was all for the better. But I wish I’d swum as I can swim fast. Even now. The school swim team beat the adults in every event.
Alas, T2 didn’t get to swim because it started pissing rain and they postphoned her event. Lalalalalala…….
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.
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