I’ll have you know I almost became a single mother today. It was that bad.
My Mum had requested for some photos of the family. Proper family photos. Not the candid Facebook wall post variety. So the plan was to frogmarch the children to the park across the road for some proper photos.
For tomorrow may never come.
If you are a Twitter citizen like me, you must have noticed #rapture trending for the past 48hrs. True to Twitter style, predictions of an impending Judgement Day was treated with much humour and sarcasm. It was brought to my mind that Blondie (the band) had a song named Rapture and in some weird convoluted way, I arrived to the conclusion that the family needs to be introduced to blondies.
Honestly, this is how I felt this morning. Just not as pretty. The 7th Wonder seems determined to remind me how challenging she was once as a youngling by only staying asleep for as long as I am awake. And in close enough vicinity that she is still able to twiddle my nipple. Oh, the joy of breastfeeding.
I don’t think I ever had fresh strawberries when I was growing up in Malaysia. The closest I ever got was the overly sweet jams that my mum religiously bought from the supermarket. That was the only purchase my mum would willingly make from the supermarket, the rest of our foodstuff came fresh (and sometimes still alive!) from the wet Market and local grocery shop. Continue reading