End of care free days.....

As my time as a stay home mum comes to and end, I am really starting to cherish every moment that I spend with Letitia. I can't help but think what's going to happen to our igloo tent home that we built in the middle of our living room. Is it going to be forgotten? Is it going to be abandoned and turn icy cold because all its occupants have gone away?




What's going to happen to all the fun we have playing dress up with my wigs? Is she going to remember? Will she forget? In the near future when I am at work and frustrated with things I know that I will miss my precious baby and how good she looks in that Afro wig.






How about times we spend staking furniture on top of each other and running around the house with rubber gum boots on?

My life will never be the same without fake pizzas and plastic cakes.

Spraying the corridor wet with a water gun and annoying the neighbours with our laughters, squeals and screams.

I found me self a job

After 3 years at home I finally found myself a job and I will be going back to work . However, I am more afraid than excited. I am afraid that after 3 years at home away from the world I would have lost touch with the real world. Will I know what's going on? How will my colleagues treat me? Am I going to fit into my new work environment? What if I don't perform? Oh questions and more questions. As I plunge into the unknown the biggest question I have been asking myself is WILL LETITIA BE ABLE TO ADAPT TO CHILDCARE?

I will be removing her from the comforts of her home, where she can play with her toys without having to share and fight with others. A place where she is familiar and safe. Where she can nap on her own comfy bed and watch all the tele that she wants. She will be going to a childcare centre and will have to spend most of her waking hours there. She will be going to the largest child care centre in Singapore. They currently have 210 students enrolled there. With 15 class rooms over 2 levels. Is my baby going to survive? Is she going to be happy?

I am guilt stricken and I don't know if I will ever get over it. I am in a dilemma. Torn between regaining my sanity and staying home with my child. I lie awake a night thinking what if she feels abandoned or what if she doesn't like childcare? Will she be getting the same level of care, nutrition, love and attention she is so used too? Questions and more questions....

By going back to work, our entire domestic situation is going to be chaotic. We are going to have to buy another car. It is not going to be possible for me to take public transportation with a 27 months old child at 7 in the morning. As the childcare centre is located within my work premises she is going to come along with me when I go to work. We will probably need to hire a domestic helper to do all the chores at home and to make dinner every night. I really doubt that I will have the energy to wash, clean and cook after a day's work. The uncertainty and the change that I am going put the family through is enormous. All I can do is hope that the sacrifices that I am about to make by going back to work is going to worth the effort and trauma that it is going to cause to everyone.

So as I embark on the next phase of my life, I realise that every decision that I make affects my precious child and I pray for wisdom and strength to do the right thing. This is a mammoth task for the entire family, we have to change the way we do everything. I can only keep my fingers crossed that this is the right decision.

You can do it!

I have a friend who just gave birth to twins. Identical baby girls. She has all the support that a new mother would die for. She lives with her mother. Has a live in domestic helper that cooks, washes and cleans. On top of that she has a nanny that takes care of her twin girls 24 hours a day 7 days a week.

Okay! Her husband works in some central Asian central (I not sure which one, I think its the Borat one) and only return once every 3 months. But all the support that she has sure makes up for the lack of a husband! All she needs to do is produce milk and feed her babies.

Here's the problem! She has been whining for the last 6 weeks since she popped that she doesn't have milk! Oh dear! But is there really such a thing as no milk! I do understand where she is coming from she does have 2 babies to feed instead of one.

So my dear hang in there! You can do it! Demand equals supply so you have to persevere. Wish you best of luck and success!

I want my body back!

I went bikini shopping over the weekend and to my horror! My post baby body looks like CRAP! YA! Off course it doesn't help that I am in my mid thirties. I am starting to lose the fight against gravity. I am not producing enough collagen and gone with the wind is my elasticity.

As I stood in the fitting room, staring at my over hanging belly. I wanted to cry! That was before I turned around and saw my OVER HANGING BUTT CHEEKS! Yeeeaaakkkss................ What happened to my perky little bums! I have 2 saggy pieces of meat covered in stretch marks.

I want my old body back! The one that I flaunted in the tiniest of bathing suits, the one that I had about a decade ago. The one that is not covered stretch marks and the one that defies gravity.

Anyway I bought the bikini hoping that I will one day be able to pluck up enough courage to wear it. I did wear it though......under my t-shirt..... and I sat on the bench while Letitia and Dave were splashing around in the pool.

Boo Hoo.......

However.... all is not lost. Over the weekend I saw that many women out there also put their own insecurities aside and were having a good time. So maybe next week I will take the plunge and show the rest of the world my BODY.

Single parenting

Entering third week of sleep deprivation.
Having perpetual headache.
Eye bags are the size of Africa.
Never seen darker dark eye circles.
Shoulder has frozen up and neck is stiff.

Foul mood swings.
Raging tempers.
In fact I feel menopausal.
Hardly have energy to breathe.
Can't even have a conversation without yelling.

So tired going to collapse and die from exhaustion.
Hope I don't pass out.
Haven't sleep for more more than 3 hours a night for the last 3 weeks.
All alone.
Can't take much more.
Six more days.

NEED TO SLEEP!

Defiance

Sunday
Grandpa and Grandma: Looking Letitia. We bought you something.
Letitia: Toys!

5 minutes later

Letitia: Walk walk. Outside.
Grandma: Okay, let's go for a walk.
Grandma: Stop running you will fall. Hold my hand.

Letitia covers both ears with her hands, glares at my mother with the corner of her eyes.

Grandma: I buy you toys and take you out for walk. How can you be so rude. I am really sad.
Letitia: NO! GONG GONG PAY! (grandpa paid for the toys not you)

Grandma defeated! Letitia comes running home. "Mummy! Bao Bao!"

My Letitia is back. Back with a vengence!

Monday
Mummy carrying 4 bags of groceries. Panting. Screaming,"Let's go Letitia! The bags are heavy and I can't carry you right now."

Letitia," NO! Bao Bao!"

10 minutes later still standing in the carpark.

Mummy: Letitia let's go. I am leaving with or without you.

Using the bags of groceries I had to push her from behind. With every nudge she walked ONE step. Tears flowings and yelling.

15 minutes later. Finally home. Took me 25 minutes to get from the car to my door.

Where is Papa?

What do you tell a 2 year old child when she asks where her Papa is? How do you make her understand that he will be gone for the next half a month.

She must have asked me a million times where her Papa is since he left for France last night.

Here is my answer to her:

"Papa has gone to work."
"On a plane plane."
"To a far far away place."
"He will be back in soon."

And her responses will always be, " Papa where? Papa sleeping?"

Birthday Wish

Today is my birthday and I do not wish for diamonds or gold. Instead I wish that my child would recover and go back to her normal happy chirpy self. She has been sick for the last 5 days. Fevers that run continuously at 39.8 degrees C, hacking coughs through the night on the hour, congested nasal passages and 2 molars erupting at the back of her mouth.

She has been on a liquid diet for the last 5 days, because her gums hurt. She refuses to drink any milk that is warm because it causes pain.

I would give anything in the world for her to recover this instant minute so that she doesn't have to suffer the way she is suffering right now.

3 nights in Bangkok and 3 nights of misery

22 May 2007
I send Letitia to my parents' home spend a couple of hours with her and got my mother to settle her down for bed. Hubby and I sneaked out to Jalan Kayu for a Teh Tarik and decided that we should go back and check on Letitia before we headed home.

Got home at almost midnight. Couldn't sleep all night. Thinking about my baby.

23 May 2007
Felt like crap. Didn't sleep a wink last night. Got to the budget terminal. CULTURE shock. No not the simplicity of the decor and the lack of shopping. The among of strange people you find in a budget terminal is just shocking. You have bus loads of loud Chinese tourist taking pictures of the runway. Vietnamese brides on their way home accompanied by their not so young husbands. Young really young people in their teens.....wearing shorts, slippers and carrying pillows on board. Honeymooners travelling for the first time together. And off course cheapos......

Arrived in Bangkok. Bloody cab driver took us for a ride. What a great start to my vacation. We were starving so we headed to MK for lunch. After lunch I saw a treat that I couldn't resist, even though I knew that I would probably fall sick from indigestion after eating it. I swallowed one plate of Mango sticky rice. True enough... I had indigestion. My stomach doesn't seem to be able to handle glutinous rice but its just too delicious. So eat first deal with the pain later.

Did the usual MBK walk. But the best bargains of the day was found in Tesco! Yes! The British chain store. They have a branch about 5 mins walk from National stadium BTS stadium. They sell really cheap and decent quality children's' apparel and foot wear. I spent about 1500baht which is about $50 sgd on 2 dresses, a pair of pants, 2 tops and a pair of slip-ons for Letitia. HAPPY!

24 May 2007
Buffet breakfast. OH how I hate them! So much yummy food around. I must have stuffed my face silly cos I felt like a cow after breakfast. Ate about 3 times more than I should have. By the way I cried at breakfast today, cos I called Letitia, I just broke down at the sound of her voice. "Hi! Mummy!" BOOO HOOO..................ridiculous. About 50 stared at me!!!!

36 degrees outside.......Walked from Pathumwan Princess to Siam Discovery Centre, to Siam Center, to Siam Paragon, to Central world, to Big C.......Dying....Decided that we needed to have a session of foot reflexology. Just as I was drifting off into lala land and enjoying my 280 baht massage, a group of about 30 Hong Kongers blasted into the parlour and turned it into a fish market......Crap.....the massage was good but I think the woman was a bit too strong. BECAUSE I HAD BRUISES at the back of right calf and its still there NOW!

Next stop Platinum Mall. Its like Argyle Centre in Hong Kong just more spacious. But they pretty much sell cheap women's clothing. But I got adventurous and decided to trade my perfectly manicured french nails for a machine printed nail art. COST 99 baht. WILL NEVER EVER DO IT AGAIN. looks like crap and takes forever.

Hubby disappeared and went to Pantip Mall. I waited.......

I had the best tasting Korean food for dinner. The Korean restaurant in the hotel that we were staying is supposedly to the best in Bangkok. I don't know much about Korean food but it was sure yummy. The appetisers were so delicious. I ate nothing but appetisers all night long. Oh....It was a buffet.

25 May 2007
Buffet Breakfast again! I don't know how much of this buffet thingy I can take. I was still trying to digest dinner from last night.

Today was phone hunting day. Today was also gastritis day. The tom yam goong and assam fish and chili padi has finally gotten the better of me. I was in pain..........DAMN ACUTE PAIN.

26 May2007
GLAD to be home. BUT...HA.....knowing my ass luck. Letitia got bitten by mossies while she was at my parents. One on her butt check and 2 on her legs. The one on her butt was so inflamed and red her right buttock was significantly bigger than the left. The ones on the legs..............HA..............had become inflamed and blistered. There was a bubble that was the size of pea sticking out of the bite.

That night she decided to give me a welcome home present by vomiting in bed. Milk 240ml and dinner all came out undigested and warm. 2 hours later and Letitia is asleep. I am in the toilet washing bedsheets and blankets. I passed out that night.

27 May 2007
FEVER! 39.6 degrees. Letitia woke with a raging fever. Nothing I did could bring the temperature down. I did everything. DID NOT SLEEP!

28 May 2007
Still having fever! Tantrum! Whine! Cry! Refuses to do anything. Wants to be carried. Everything must be done her way.

29 May 2007
Fever finally gone. What caused the fever? WHO KNOWS! Hopefully I will finally get some sleep tonight. I think its her way of punishing me for leaving her behind and going on a holiday.

Kitchen Pass

For the first time in almost 2 years I am going on a vacation without my daughter. The thought of flying away for 4 days excites me and at the same time saddens me. As much a I really need a break from it all. I can't help feel that I am a such a horrible mother. I am actually leaving my helpless child that is so dependent on me. Leaving her Alone for 4 whole days to fend for herself in her grandparents 3 storey "castle"! Where she can knock herself out climbing the stairs, run after my parents dog, eat all the rubbish that I won't let her eat and not to mention be spoilt rotten with treats and toys that my parents will probably buy for her.

Okay, I am ridiculous. But the last time I was away from her I cried! I cried the entire journey from Singapore to London. I cried every night for 2 whole weeks. I called my mother 3 times a day just to check on her. Not much of a vacation of you ask me. But that was almost 2 years ago, when she was just 6 months old. She didn't really know what was going on.

I hope I survive my Bangkok holiday without shedding a tear. I know that she will be well taken care off and that she will probably be fine for 4 days. But it's such a sad thing for a 2 year old child to find her mummy gone. It is going to be so heart wrenching for her at bed time when her mama is not not around to tuck her into bed and hold her little hands till she falls asleep.

But wait a minute......I remember a couple of weeks ago when we were in Hong Kong, she refused to come back to our room. She spent every night sleeping with her grandparents.

I am sure she is going to have a blast. I just hope that I have a blast too. So I am going to try and enjoy my 4 days kitchen pass because it only comes once every 2 years.

Under the weather

I have been feeling a little under the weather the last couple of days. My nose is running and I sprained my shoulder. Not going to dwell on how I sprained my shoulder but you can bet that it was because of a little girl called Letitia.

Today she gave me a really hard time. She fell from the sofa twice today. The first time she rolled off the sofa and landed on the back of her head.

The second time she winded herself because she fell flat on her tummy. The horrible thing is she doesn't seem to remember the pain she felt after about 2 minutes and she jumping on the sofa again.

During dinner she was playing with a toy mobile phone. She was swinging the thing around it landed right into her pumpkin porridge. Oh man! I lost it.

I am still having heart palpitations at the moment.......and what is she doing. She is colouring!

Hair will grow

About 6 months ago when I first started this blog, one of my major concern was that my baby didn't have hair on the top and front of her head.

There were many over zealous aunties and uncles who all had their two cents worth to say about her hair. Telling me to do the darnest things to my baby's hair. But I had faith that it will grow and I hang in there.

Two years on and I can finally say baby has hair. It is coming out slowly but surely. No brandy, no shaving, no coconut oil nothing.

But I have new concern! Or rather strangers have a new concern. I have coffee shop attendants asking me how come she has so little hair! Hello! Mind you that fellow was a bloke! Can you imagine a middle aged man asking me why my child has so little hair! I just roll my eyes and walk away most of the time.

In supermarkets, I have cashiers telling me that things like," She got very little hair hor?"

Anyway, once again to all you concerned people out there who are wondering why my off spring has very little hair.......... I HAVE FREAKING NO IDEA! But it will grow. It's just hair!

Somethings I really wonder if all these people out there have nothing else better to say... so they just make up something to say for the sake of conversation. But you know the thing about these people, nothing good ever comes out of their mouth. When they have to say something they will criticise and find faults rather than praise or give a compliment.

So WORLD may I present Letitia with pig tails............. who says you need hair!

Wet pants

Letitia enjoying inflight entertainment on her way back home.

It was a relatively good trip for us, other than Letitia wetting her pants everyday. Because she as running around so much we didn't really have time to check her diaper. So word of caution bring lots of pants. She wet her first pair in the plane ride there while she was seated on her Dad's lap.....ha.... wetting his pants as well.

The second day she wet herself in the cab while she was on my mother's lap....ha... wetting my mother's pants as well.

We got a break on the third day.....it was wet pants free day. Hey! It was her birthday! No wonder she didn't wet her pants.

On the fourth day she wet herself again......this time she didn't include anyone else in the equation. I must say I was relatively lucky not to have been peed on my daughter.

She didn't really liked the food there, she would shake her head violently and say," No no no no no no.... you eat!" It was either too salty or too oily or too whatever.......her royal divaness didn't like what she tasted.

Checking out Donal Duck.

Sore feet, backaches and Dark eye circles

We made back from Hong Kong barely in one piece. My feet are aching from walking 12 hours a day, my back is sore from carrying a 15kg child and I have really bad dark eye circles from sleep deprivation.

I woke up at 6.00am to finish packing and we finally got to our destination at about 4.00pm. Everyone was exhausted by the time we made our way to Disneyland. Letitia was so exhausted she fell asleep during the fireworks display.

Breakfast at the Disneyland Hotel was good, they had an excellent buffet spread. From your usual bacon and eggs to Japanese soba and even Chinese congee in 4 different flavours. They also have Disney themed plastic plates and cutlery for children. The free shuttle bus that runs like clock work arrives every 2 to 3 mins and takes you from your hotel to the Park within minutes. We got to the Park it was another day of riding on Winnie the Pooh rides and Carousels. Buying Mickey Mouse memorabilia and spending money on nonsense like balloons that we threw away because we couldn't take it along with us.

The Disneyland Hollywood Hotel is a really child friendly hotel. They even provide bed guards in the room to prevent your child from tumbling over in their sleep. They also provide mini bath robes and mini bed room slippers complete with Mickey logos that you can take home at the end of your stay. Even the shower curtains are covered with Mickey and Minnie Mouse. Highly recommended for people with young children. But expect to pay!!!!! It's located about 20 mins bus ride from Hong kong International Airport. And about 30 mins cab ride from the city. You can also take the MTR down town.

But the biggest surprise for me was even the puddings that they serve for dessert are cut out into the shape of Mickey's head. Ya! I had a Mickey over load.

Letitia spent her second birthday in a noisy yum cha restaurant somewhere in Hong Kong. One of those you see in the movies where everyone is shouting and you can't Even hear yourself speak.

A mango gelato cake decorated with an elephant made of candy... this darn thing cost me 200HKD. It was quiet tiny. So Happy Birthday my darling!

Life Oh Life

Dave's Grandma passed away last Monday. They held a 5 day wake for her. It was the largest funeral I have even been too. The funeral occupied the entire void deck. Ah Ma had 10 children, 30 grandchildren and about 20 great grandchildren. It took 4 coaches just to get the immediate family to the crematorium. She was 93 years old.

This made me wonder how life would be like for Letitia when Dave and I are finally gone from this earth. She will be alone! That thought really scared me and kind of put certain things into perspective for me. NO! I am not about to run off and have another baby immediately. But it has gotten me thinking.

Enough of the sad stuff.

My baby will be Two in a couple of days and we are off to Hong Kong Disneyland tomorrow. I pray for a safe flight and good weather. I also pray for a well behaved toddler. She has been having hives the last week because she is allergic to prawns. She broke out in rash that spread throughout her body. It was kind of my fault I feed her something from a seafood platter that we were eating. But how the hell am I suppose to know that she is allergic to prawns!!!! She is okay with crab, so I assumed that she should be okay with prawns too.

Wish me luck! As I go for an adventure of a life time...............

2 years on...

This time 2 years ago, I weighed about 81kg. Had legs the size of pigs trotter. Was suffering from severe backaches. Had insomnia. I remember tell myself can't wait for the baby to come out. I was in so much physical pain and discomfort I was just lying in bed all day.

A good friend who had just given birth 6 months earlier told me to be careful what I wished for. She said that when baby comes out you will wish that you can put her back inside. I didn't quite understood what she meant than.

2 years on and I am back to my normal weight, no longer suffering from insomnia but the backaches never went away. My baby will be turning TWO in a couple of weeks. I look at her and find it hard to imagine that just not so long ago, she was this helpless little creature that could only cry. She still cries....... hell of a lot but she can now feed herself, pick out her own shoes and run around.

As she becomes more independent with each passing day, I know the day will come when she will no longer need me the way she needs me now. The thought of her being able to take care of herself worries and scares me as much as it delights me. I can't imagine my baby growing up, graduating, bringing home her first boyfriend, moving out and getting married.

At the end of the day I hope that I would have done enough to bring her up well, so that she can be trusted to make the right decisions in life and bear the consequences of her own actions. Dave, however, has a totally different idea of parenting though. He says that he is going to stalk her when she goes out, intimidate her boyfriends and give her curfews till she is 30. I not sure if he was joking when he said all that. He was even entertaining the idea of sending her off to a convent some where in Ireland where the nearest town is about 4 hours drive away.

So as I embark on the next stage of my journey as mother to a toddler, I look back at all the memories and was glad that I was there every step of the way. I wouldn't have given it up for anything in the world. But this doesn't mean that I will do it again anytime soon. Am still trying to harness enough courage to think about having another child. Ya even the thought of having another baby is just too tiring.

CRY BABY

Today is one of those days where your child cries all day for no apparent reason. Letitia is in the crying MOOD.

She won't leave me alone.....Won't be left alone. She won't let me do anything except sit next to her and attend to her very wish and command.

She cried when I tried to read the newspaper.

She cried when I was reading my email.

She cried when I was taking a shower.

She cried when I was doing the laundry.

She cried when I was making lunch.

She cried everytime she didn't see me.

She cried everytime I didn't asnwer her.

Everytime I wasn't in sight she will call out for me and I had to answer. She refuse to come with me to do my chores and insisted on watching tele on my bed in my room.

She would call out for me every 30 seconds.... I bull shit you not. If I failed to reply her she will cry!!!!! Can you imagine I had to answer her about 78 times will I was trying to hang the laundry.

I finally lost it and screamed back at her........ She cried! Now I am trying to bring my blood pressure down by ignoring her for a while.

Humbled

I have been brought to my knees by a 88cm tall person. The 15kg person that I carried for 38 weeks and gave birth too. This little mini me... is twice the MONSTER I was at her age! She not only looks like me, she has my personality and she has my temper.

This morning while I was brushing her teeth, I gave her a cup filled with water to hold. She was suppose to rinse her mouth after I was done. BUT SHE EMPTIED THE ENTIRE CUP OF WATER OVER MY HEAD! The best part...... she laughed!

I was so shocked I didn't know what to do. I wanted to scream at her but all I could do was laugh with her. For the record, this is the first time someone has poured anything over my head! I probably would have bashed that some one's face if this would have happened to me 3 years ago. Not to mention the long train of vulgarities that would have flowed from my mouth.

So all I have to say is that motherhood is the most humbling experience a woman can ever possibly go through.

Gummy Gummy

Took Letitia to the clinic on Monday morning because her gums were red puffy and bleeding. The doctor didn't know what was going on and told me to take her to a dentist. She gave me the number to the pediatric dental clinic in NUH, prescribed some paste which Letitia spits out every time I try to medicate her.

Anyway, I called the clinic and was told that the earliest appointment was more than 2 weeks away. I asked the nurse what I was suppose to do until Letitia sees the dentist. I described to her the situation and she told me that even though the gums was bleeding I still had to brush it. I will only make the situation worst if I didn't brush it, because more germs will get stuck there and make matters worst. I was told to rub the swelling with salt water as well. Okay fine. I'll do just that.

That evening I decided to take Letitia to a private dentist. I was told that it was not serious and it was a localised bacteria infection of the milk canine. What ever that means! In layman terms gums swollen tooth not going to fall out.

Today NUH called saying there was a cancellation and that if I wanted I could see the dentist in the afternoon at 3.00pm. HUH! I told her I wanted to keep the original appointment. We just saw a dentist last night.

She called again in the afternoon and said that she had to move my original appointment another week because the dentist was not available. DUH!

I will wait another 3 weeks if the gums are still swollen I will take her to NUH for a check up.

By the way dental check ups can be rather fun for toddlers. The parent lies on the dentist chair with the child on top and the mirror on a stick thingy that they put into their mouths amazes them more than it scares them. I was rather surprised that Letitia didn't cry. She usually kicks up a fuss everytime she sees the doctor.

Taxis, Sale and broken forehead

11.50am - Blazing hot sun, Letitia and Me sweating like pigs waiting for a taxi.

12.15pm - Still in the blazing hot sun. No cab in sight. Where the hell are all the cabs?

12.20pm - Called for a taxi. Automated booking system says taxi will be here in 5 mins.

12.25pm - Stupid taxi I booked drives right pass us. I wave frantically. He waves back and drives on...What an idiot!

12.26pm - I call taxi company to try and tell them the damn cab has got the location wrong. I had a sweating 22 mth child with me and I was carrying a diaper bag. Couldn't run after the stupid taxi. Was put on hold.

12.30pm - Another taxi drives pass. I flag it down and left.

12.31pm - Stupid taxi driver calls me on my mobile. I scolded him!

1.00pm - Isetan Scotts. Sale going on about 5000 people in the building. All entrances blocked except the main entrance. Walked round to the front to get in. Went up escalator trying to get to restaurant for lunch.

1.05pm - Cannot figure out how to get to 4th floor where the restaurant is.....asked someone. Person didn't know.

1.10pm - Finally found someone to show me the way to the restaurant. All the entrances and exits were blocked. Accept for this tiny gap on the 4th floor that leads to the restaurants. You needed to James Bond to be able to find the damn thing.

1.15pm - Lunch.

2.00pm - Had to fight about 5000 aunties but I needed to buy something. It was on sale and I was determined to buy it, was not going to suffer the last 2 hours for nothing. As if the situation was not bad enough... Miss Diva complains that her diaper is wet. I had to change her in the middle of the kids department becos I was too tired to fight my way to the changing room. And after that she starts having a itchy fit and my Dad suggested that I cut her dress so that her neck line was not so tight. What kind of suggestion is that? duh! Sometimes i really wonder....? By the way my parents met us there for lunch.

3.00pm - Car Park... 8th floor of Shaw centre. My father forgot where he parked the car! I am still wondering....

Fast forward. .............

9.00pm - Coffeeshop in Jurong. Letitia runs, trips, lands on the floor and cuts her forehead on the utensil trolley of the tim sum store. Blood, screams, cries! Drama! Everyone looking.

9.15pm - At home applying cold compress to head to prevent swelling. Apply antiseptic cream. Put plaster.

9.30pm - Letitia seems to have forgotten the pain. In the bathroom jumping around and kicks the corner of the glass shower screen. Screams, cries, yells.......

10.45pm - Finally the end of a very very long day.

The stars must have been out of cosmic alignment for me today!