Tonight is another quiet one.
My husband is still working late in the office. I have had a very long day, with lots of errands to run, people to see, things at home to catch up on. I noticed the neighbours have already got their Christmas tree and lights up…mine is still sitting in the box waiting for me to put it up.
I just put JD to bed and finally had a chance to sit down. Then it occured to me that hubby has been working late almost every night and including weekend for at least the last few months.
I went back to my old blog and realised it must be that time of the year again. He was doing the same this time last year, I was newly pregnant with Chloe, and having very severe morning sickness.
1 year on, hubby is still working long hours, even longer than before, we have 2 kids, I am a stay-at-home-mom again, enjoying it all albeit a little tired some days!
But today also mark something very special for me.
I am embarking on a new project that I hope would be a new beginnng of something good for me in years to come. I can’t share it just yet because it is still in its infancy stage.
But I am writing it down because I know it is this day that I begin the journey of making ways to improve my life, with my greatest hope to strike a good balance between my desire to be a good mom and achieving the basic necessity in life.




I stood there trying to work out what the excitement was all about. Balloons. JD’s favourite. Big fat round balloons, I have no problem with. I can blow them with gusto till my belly hurts. But balloons that require me to twist and turn into a bee, caterpillar, guitar, giraffe, puppy dog, you name it….NO! Because I am bloody fearful of popping the balloons.
Ah, things I do as a mom!






Then there’s this bikie look. Actually the good thing is he is learning to wear sunnies to protect his eyes from the harsh sunlight in OZ land.
But when he has his face painted like this, who would be scared of him hor?
And somemore a “guard dog” that fell asleep, the burglars would have stolen all his toys already.
But Chloe does something totally different. She sucks on different fingers when she sleeps. Sometimes the sucking gets so loud at night that I have to turn down the volume of the baby monitor in my room.
Otherwise, she is mostly happy when she wakes from her sleep.