Mamapumpkin??? Once upon a time, she designed buildings and interiors of corporate offices and on the rare occasion, homes. Now, she cleans poop and is student of a patience management course. From the drawing board as a London Architect to the realities of Motherhood, she has 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 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.
She writes anything that comes out of her head, mostly without thinking first, which almost always gets her into trouble (according to her husband, whom she considers the love of her life.......on a good day).
Her 2 pet monkeys drive her towards challenge after challenge, 24/7. Day after Day.....and by the way, her parents are Muslim, her in-laws Buddhist, she's Catholic and her Hubs, an Atheist. She's thinking her kids should be Hindu, just to complete the rainbow religion cycle.
Gotta love it.
She'd love to hear from you : Mamapumpkin at gmail dot com

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By Mamapumpkin, on August 26th, 2010%
It’s been more than a year and I just realised that I never got round to judging this darn competition that I playfully set up last year!!! AIYOH!!! Did you ALL forget too???? How come nobody reminded me??? I am SO SORRY, peeps. If you’d allow me to blame it on dead brain cells from pregnancy, I will.
I found this whilst going through the blog cleaning it up for bigger and better things and suddenly &@($^**@)!!! All kinds of expletives exploded out of my pores. SO PAI SEH!!!
So I quickly rounded up a panel of judges to decide on the winning entry and *drum beats*
It was a really difficult decision because there were less than 10 entries (you guys are so un-sporting! Or maybe the prize wasn’t big enough, heh.).
However, Ashley’s Mommy was a cut above the rest because she not only took T1′s expression into consideration but her costume/outfit too. A close 2nd came Mott’s captions and Szu’s. If I was richer, I’d pay all three of you but for now, I can only afford to pay the winner. However, the winner will get an extra bonus because the delayed pregnancy brain forgot all about the competition. Unbelievable.
Congratulations, Barb! Please send me your PAYPAL address!
By Mamapumpkin, on August 21st, 2010%
So on top of our current woes that have been occurring one after another, yesterday I got a police summon for running out of parking money. Yeah, I brought my laptop out to SBX so I could work in peace (away from baby) and spent the whole morning working and lost track of time. Mind you, I’d already been stopped by police twice in the last month after not being stopped by police since I was a teenager! I was going to blog about it but just haven’t gotten down to it yet (there’s a funny story to it so we’ll eventually get there) but yup, suddenly, I feel as though my whole world is crumbling. Like God is testing me. And because of that, I deleted my bitch post. I am angry at myself for even allowing so much anger to come out of me, and I decided that I didn’t want any toxic posts in my blog.
This is a happy blog. It has my children in it.
Last night, after a birthday party, I suddenly felt really sick. I went pale and wanted to go home immediately. Everyone was still loitering around saying forever goodbyes and I just wanted to PUKE. I told the Hubs let’s go, let’s go and he saw my face, how ill it looked, and he suggested I went to the washroom first to let it out before I messed up the car.
I controlled myself by rubbing my own back till I reached the washroom, then released it all. I felt much better but still felt ill. Must’ve been something I’d eaten and no, I couldn’t possibly be expecting. We had arrived in 2 cars so I made the Hubs take the girls home because I couldn’t have dealt with either of them in my ill state. But when I was about to drive out of the parking lot, I’d stupidly placed the parking ticket on my dashboard and voila, it fell inside the dashboard. Great.
After paying the lost ticket fine, I finally came home and went straight to bed after a shower. It’s like, now is the time we needed to be most prudent with money and yet, I’m wasting all this money unnecessarily! What is wrong?
The next morning, I woke to start work and discovered that all my work that I’d done yesterday, had vanished. Not saved. I had been having some issues with my site and had been liaising with my host to resolve them, spam issues and what not and ever since then, it has been one problem after another.
I feel completely overwhelmed. I feel that there is a reason for this string of bad luck. I feel I need to pray.
Some people have been so kind – paying for my meals, paying for my coffee, giving me little things here and there with a show of support. I am so grateful and as I sit here typing this, I almost want to take 10 steps back and reflect upon life. I am certainly guilty of not giving my 2 girls my best. I have been stressed out most days and engrossed with how we’ll be making an income. I need to take a back seat and spend more time with them. Forget the income. If we have to sell the last twenty years of hard work, so be it. I need to give my girls what they need and the income has to be secondary. We will not starve, only lose all our material bits.
And after all your comments yesterday about J, *LOL*, I need to cleanse myself off her. NO MORE. Unfortunately, as much as I want to tell her, look, people don’t like you because of ABC and you need to stop (because I really think she may not know it?!), I have learned that it is not worth my time. I have in the past been brutally honest with some people (as I consider myself a really good friend!), and they have been hurt by it. Not all people can accept the truth so I’ve learned that it is no longer my place to tell someone things they’d rather not know. I always want to know but not everyone’s like me. When she next calls, I will not be picking the phone up. And I shall tell BOTH my parents the same. May God bless her.
And although I’m feeling pretty crappy, I am of course, grounded enough to realise that these troubles are nothing compared to the greater world. Neither of my girls have leukemia, my mother whom I love so much is still here with us today despite 9 years of fighting that ill-dreaded disease cancer, and I have the most wonderful husband beside me to hold everything together. So really, life is GOOD.
To everyone here who’s reading, I hope things are even better at your end!! Happy weekend!
By Mamapumpkin, on August 5th, 2010%
Last week, T1 came home from school with food poisoning. My immediate reaction was GAH! SCHOOL FOOD!!! However, none of her other classmates were hit so perhaps it was just one of those things…..she had also eaten everything we had at home and all of us were fine. Just bad luck.
When her diarrhea started getting worse (poo-ing 10 times a day) and she came down with a fever, we finally took her to Gleneagles as we were in Nana’s house then and Tok-Tok insisted we took her in. The A&E Doctor was very nice, told us to monitor her and if it got worse, to return after 2 days. He prescribed some SMECTA for her diarrhea, Colix for wind, some paracetamol for her fever and hydration salts for rehydration.
Because it was night-time and I was stressed with T1 being sick and leaving T2 at home with Nana and Tok-Tok, and then having to organise dinner etc, I’d accidentally left my wallet at the medicine counter! Aarrghh!!!
I hadn’t even realised but when we were driving out of the hospital, I had a call and actually hadn’t wanted to answer it but eventually did and thank goodness, or I’d be stuck buying dinner without a wallet. Holy moly.
So back into Gleneagles we went to collect my wallet and as much as I would have liked to have offered the counter girl a reward for her honesty, I only had RM30 left for which I had to save for dinner, so I thanked her profusely instead.
Someone said that had my wallet not been so skint and had a few thousand worth of cash instead, I might not have seen my wallet again. However, I’d like to believe that there are still plenty Malaysians out there with good hearts and honest beings…….the Government however, is another story.
T1 eventually skipped school for an entire week as she had a bad case of food poisoning and was poo-ing 10 times a day for a good 5 days before it lessened and she was well again. Poor butt.
By Mamapumpkin, on August 3rd, 2010%
Ladies (and Gentlemen), please do be very careful of your belongings and kids, not only in the more popular shopping malls but EVERYWHERE.
Last Saturday (8pm, 31st July), a friend of mine got her handbag stolen in the parking lot of Bangsar Village Old Wing. CCTV cameras clearly showed her handbag hanging on a shopping trolley all around the shopping mall but once she hit the parking lot, BV’s CCTV cameras no longer supported the security of her handbag, which is why they have 2 security guards stalking the area. However, it is obviously insufficient as otherwise her bag wouldn’t have been stolen. We have no idea how it happened but in her busyness of loading her car up with stuff, a very quick passer by must have casually picked her handbag up on the way.
She didn’t mind losing her cash and valuables but her heart aches that all her daughter’s 1st birthday photos were in that bag (she was loading up the car just after the party) and all other memories of her kids, captured on 2 I-Phones within the bag. *sad*
We go to BV a lot. Lots of Mommies and Babies go to BV a lot. It is no longer fun if we cannot even feel safe at our own neighbourhood mall. We are urging the management to step up security this week. I will keep you posted.
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Updates – I managed to get some contacts for my friend to look further into the BV theft issue and it turns out that her handbag was stolen RIGHT OUTSIDE GYMBOREE (after a Gymboree birthday party). By a LADY!!!! Yes, this lady works together with 3 other men, loitering around BV searching for easy targets. BE VERY ALERT. They are extremely slick.
My friend was busy chatting to other Moms, thanking them for attending the party, and a lady passed by and just lifted her handbag off the trolley when nobody was really paying any attention. We were all leaving and this lady did it right in front of everyone, as though she blended in to be one of us, then casually slipped out coolly. The 3 men were on guard. They looked South American from blurred cameras.
You have been warned.
By Mamapumpkin, on July 30th, 2010%
I am severely pissed and deeply saddened. This is our 3rd encounter with disappointment over this air carrier. The 1st was when they broke T1′s stroller and only compensated us RM200 when it cost RM800 to buy a new stroller. The 2nd was when my cousin came down from Australia with tons of Ski Yogurt for Mom (and this was so important because Mom lives on this yogurt as she can hardly eat due to her cancer) and chocolate for us, and his baggage went missing, only to be found 5 days later in India. Needless to say, all the yogurt had gone bad and our chocs were in bad shape. Now, my sister-in-law, first and foremost flies MAS for the 1st time ever and books it from the US using a credit card that she never uses except for holidays, and voila, guess what happened?
When she was paying for her air ticket, MAS asked her for a photocopy of her credit card on both sides and she said, why would you need that? They gave her some reason, then they asked her for her 3 digit number (you know the last 3 digits on your credit card?), and without thinking as she was so harrassed that it was sooooooo difficult to purchase a ticket from MAS, she gave it to them. In a matter of hours, her credit card company called her to verify that her card was being used overseas big time and her card had to be cancelled immediately.
So she’s finally arrived in Malaysia and guess what? Ding-dong-ding-dong!!!! Her baggage is missing. I am PISSED because in that bag, was a request for a few tins of Godiva hot chocolate. In that bag, was all the stuff that we’d requested for her to buy that we couldn’t get here. In that bag, were Nike shoes for my Mother-in-Law, in that bag were cowboy boots that was being transported back for one of the Hubs’ colleagues……the list goes on.
I am so sad and disappointed that this is my home airline. Can all this not be avoided? Really? There are just too many cronies out there and it pisses me off!
By Mamapumpkin, on July 29th, 2010%
Theme designers should always do a print screen of their designed themes and then co-relate it to the html style sheet so bloggers like me (the dumb ones) can re-style it to suit our moods. And right now, I’m in a pretty foul mood.
By Mamapumpkin, on July 24th, 2010%
Because I have so little time to spend with T1, she usually passes her time alone either playing, watching TV or doing her workbooks. I’m lucky in that I don’t have to force this girl to do her workbooks as she actually enjoys doing them herself at her own initiative. Except that this Mommy doesn’t even have time to mark her workbooks for her to know if she has done her work correctly or not!
So after a whole month of not looking at her workbooks and lots of complaints from a little chilli padi, I finally sat down one weekend with the aim of marking at least ONE of her workbooks, and felt that maths was most important.

After 10 minutes of mental calculations, I was cursing. So I got out the calculator, and started punching in numbers.

After another 10 minutes, I had a headache! Shit! I wonder how long it took her to complete all these sums as I would have gone bananas doing so much math! But perhaps she did them a little at a time…….I really, really had a headache and started seeing stars!
So I searched for the answers page (and just to prove to you how honest T1 is, she never looks at the answers page) and tore it out so I could mark them blindly with the answer sheet next to the actual page. But when T1passed by, she had a look of horror on her face. After years of drilling into her head how important it was to take care of books, here I was tearing and abusing the Bible.

Mommy!!! Why did you tear my page out??!!!
Because it’s the answers!
But I don’t look at the answers!
Well, we can’t take any chances! I need it anyway…..
And she huffed off saying that I was showing her such a bad example.
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT???
By Mamapumpkin, on July 18th, 2010%
Yeah, can you believe it?
Longan, also known locally as mata kuching, is not a favourite fruit of mine, but recently I bought some because the Malays believe that it helps you produce more milk. Try? Why not…so I bought some but noticed that every time I ate a few, I suddenly started wheezing and it only got worse and worse.
I decided to do some research if longan was an asthma allergen and whaddya know?! It was really the longan that was giving me asthma attacks!

In a test on longans, sulphur dioxide was detected, used as a fumigant, on the peels of the fruit. Out of 11 batches of longan samples, nine batches were detected with sulphur dioxide ranging in pretty high quantities. Like 10 times more the amount an average person is allowed to take! The chemical may provoke asthma attacks in allergy sensitive people. These tests were taken from longan available from different areas including wet markets, fruit stores, supermarket counters from countries claimed as follows – Thailand, Australia and China.
The test showed that sulphur dioxide was mostly on the skin and not inside the flesh thus it is always better to purchase longan from its stalk rather than loose pieces. As sulphur dioxide is soluble in water, it is advisable then to soak and wash your longan whilst it is still on the stalk so that the chemical does not touch the fruit internally. The best way is to rinse it under running water and then wipe dry. This method significantly reduces the amount of chemicals, up to 75%. Total elimination was not possible.
Thus, people who are allergic should just stay away from longan! Or if desperate, then to handle the fruit with care. Always wash your hands after peeling and before consumption, wash your longan properly and never bite on longan skin or put it into your mouth!
Gosh, I’m never eating longan again!!!
By Mamapumpkin, on July 10th, 2010%
It has come to my knowledge that some people have managed to access my blog somehow (perhaps hackers?) and have started putting random links within my blog. I learnt this when viewing my blog through my phone and realised that as I scrolled to the bottom of my blog, there are many links advertising viagra and what not. This pisses me off because not only would I not purposefully promote illegal and unwarranted material, but they are doing this without my permission and are not paying me for it.
The problem is, if you view the blog from the PC, you won’t see the long list of links below after the Statcounter on column view (if you have a blackberry) but if you view it from a phone, then there it is. Can you please check at your end and tell me what you see, from PC or otherwise?
It is certainly not a Google Ads product and I want to stop it but have no clue how. If you have any ideas, I’d really appreciate your help.
By Mamapumpkin, on July 7th, 2010%
T1 now reads every time she sits on the pooper and she poops every single day. Sometimes, twice a day. Coincidentally, T2 squeezed out 10 inches (TEN INCHES, MY FRIENDS!!! And just for the record, she had already had 2 poops yesterday) of toothpaste poop onto my hand today. Not the diaper, my hand. I kid you not. She had just had a small poop in her diaper and I was about to take her to go wash her butt when she surprised me with the longest poop ever. I quickly threw it into the toilet bowl (thank God, it had shape – like a long sausage. You know those foot long sausages you get at Subway? Yeah, something like that) and washed my hands ten times and then rinsed my hand with dettol and then washed it again. Aaarrrghhh!!! What’s it with the girls and poop?! I feel like I’m being attacked by poop monsters!
I don’t have that habit and I don’t have a lot of poop either so they must’ve gotten those genes from somewhere else.
T1 is currently finishing off Enid Blyton’s Naughty Girl series which she leaves in the bathroom and reads whenever she is pooping. She has so much poop that she has time to read, I tell ya.
Now T1 has been trained to clean her butt after a poo but whenever she can, she will try to sneak in a ‘manja’ clean which works every single time with her Nana, but not me, but I obliged today since she has been neglected for the longest time, and only because T2 was napping. I told her not to shout out when she was done and that I’d come to check on her regularly. She was in the middle of her dinner, I don’t know why she always poops in the middle of dinner!!! I asked her to train her bowels to poop AFTER her dinner but she said she couldn’t because her poop kept knocking at her butt door always during dinner because it could smell her lovely dinner and wanted some.
Oh, she is gross, that daughter of mine.
After cleaning her, I washed my hands, reminded her to wash hers and walked back out to the living room. 10 minutes later, she was still not out so I went to check. She was still seated at the pooper! I scolded her and asked her to hurry because her dinner was getting cold and she went, “Yayayayaa…..I need to finish this chapter first. Coming, coming….”
Does that sound familiar to any of you?
I don’t know if the book was so spectacular that she couldn’t put it down or if she was delaying dinner, hence delaying sleep. Every single evening, we’re going through this dinner-poop-dinner scenario. It’s almost like having a poop sandwich (poop sandwiched between dinner). You know? My life is really getting excessively embroiled with poop. Can you tell? I hope I don’t get converted into a poopaholic because when you start talking about poop sandwiches, you know you’re heading into shit.

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