Exactly one or two months ago (OK, did you notice how exactly can NOT go with one or two?), the Hubs asked me EXACTLY (here I go again) what I do with my time at home with a baby???

For the longest time, I’ve been complaining to him that it’s the toughest job in the world and I cannot function merely because we have such a demanding baby who incidentally puts on her best behaviour when guests are around. I complain all the time that my baby doesn’t eat and then in front of others, she will eat all day. Or how she is a monster who cries and screams but in front of others, she just smiles and giggles.

I met up with some Moms with babies last week and from 9am to 2pm, ALL their babies (ranging from 6 months old to 20 months old) had a nap sometime or other in their respective strollers during that time. EXCEPT mine. Nooooooo…………T2 fought to keep awake all the way despite walking, boobing, rocking, singing (and almost murdered) till we finally left in the car. Then she passed out.

So why is it that I am so inefficient during the day when the Hubs is at work? This is why he was grumbling – we had two large baskets of laundry and I wasn’t on top of my game. I couldn’t answer him when he asked me what I did so I decided to journal my day with a mission to get the laundry out of the way.

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8am – we woke and spent half an hour boobing. Then I prepared baby breakfast below because she refused her cereal. And refused scrambled eggs. So I resorted to bread, apple and cheese.

I washed and put some barley in the pot so we’d have barley water to drink later. I also started preparing lunch, chopping onions, grating cheese et al to bake some spinach quiche tartlets.

And whilst I was busy moving around the kitchen in and out of, the little one was also keeping herself busy……

DANGEROUSLY!!!!

Above is the stove of boiling barley. We really should put up a gate into the kitchen. She should be banned from it. *sigh* When I finished all the preparation work, I finally sat down in front of the TV with my cuppa and rested for all of 10 minutes. It was the best time of the day for me to have that me time albeit noisy (baby wailing to be carried for a cuddle by then) 10 minutes, it was special because I was drinking coffee from a lovely mug that my Mama gave me. I love it and I love that she gave it to me. I won’t even share it with T1 or anyone. It is mine, mine, mine! Simple treasures. Ahhh……a hot cup of good coffee despite the background music which I try to tune out.

My quiche was in the oven and I was ready to start folding clothes. Wow, highlight of the day! I love folding clothes so much that I should really make a business out of it. Not.

We began our task of the day. We, not me.

That is, I folded the clothes and SHE, kept unfolding them. The solution? Do it away from her but she would then make so much annoying noise that my ears would explode. The other solution? Fold it faster than she could unfold it, then quickly put it away. Which was what I did. I’ve mastered the art of super speed clothes folding now. It gives my wrists quite a workout. I wonder if guys who err….use the hand quite a bit……errr…..are also fast and good at folding clothes??? Food for thought.

When I started my second basket of clothes folding, it was almost noon and baby decided to push laundry baskets around holding a Chanel sample perfume in her hand. Her absolute favourite toy of the moment. It has a scent, it fits perfectly into her little hands and it sprays! The Hubs has requested for me to ban showing my 2 girls anything to do with Chanel and Louis Vuitton but I think it is too late. It was inborn!

Phew! Mommy managed to empty the basket despite it being pushed around the entire living room. What a workout.

And then the ironing……where I had to give her my make up pouch. Yes, she loves that pouch because it has make-up and she loves make up because it has things that can open and close.

And when I finally finished the laundry (it took 3 whole hours with all that help from baby!!!), it was time to go pick T1 up from school. When I tell people it takes me 3 hours to do laundry, they look at me like I’m real slow. Well, how long do you normally take to do your laundry? Now, I’ll pass you a little assistant and you can try again.

And when we rushed out to pick T1 up from school, T2 had barely touched her breakfast and all morning, she hadn’t complained of hunger. See? The cheese has all dried up!! You tell me, would you be stressed out? I am perpetually stressed out that my skinny baby does not eat.

Once I pick T1 up from school, I’m busy ALL THE WAY (with showers, with homework, with reading, with dinner, with tea, with random requests from 2 princesses) till they get to bed, which is by 9pm latest. By then, I am usually EXHAUSTED. But I force myself to blog because it gives me back a piece of me. It keeps me sane and keeps me thinking that someone out there is actually listening. I hallucinate about it anyway.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is a very good day.

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