Yesterday we celebrated our 10th Marriage Anniversary; the day we legally become husband and wife. Being someone from a legal background (my dear hubby), he prefers to observe this day compared to our wedding day that was on May 12. I prefer to celebrate May 12; the day I wore my beautiful wedding gown and walk down the aisle with my dad. In the end, we got 2 anniversaries to celebrate. Yay!

At first we were quite disappointed that we won’t be able to celebrate this day because hubby got to work till 9pm. The day before yesterday, hubby managed to get his ex-part time staff to come in for a few hours while we go pamper ourselves on our special day.

We went for our massages, then to lunch at a Japanese restaurant; San Ramen at Mahkota Parade. I had Shabu-Shabu and hubby, Salmon Ramen. The food is kinda bland to our taste bud. Japanese food is not for us. We then bought some bread at Pattifrance.

Then we went to Bunga Raya to buy some felt materials for me to make hair clips then we rush back home because hubby got to start work already.

Today my newborn is not so newborn anymore. She is 44 days old and it also marks the end of my confinement period; officially.

I am back to doing things that I do before giving birth that is getting my hands wet. I bathe my own kids, wash their bums, soiled diapers and wash my own clothes too.

When I started putting in my laundry into the washing machine, I realised a few things that my maid does and doesn’t do.

1. She does not turn my girls’ socks - no wonder their socks (the bottom part) is still dirty even after washing.
2. She did not check and also turn back my boys’ t-shirt to check whether they need scrubbing - they t-shirts still looks dirty after washing.
3. She dumped in all the panties without checking whether there’s poo stain on it. My 2nd girl likes to hold from pooing and she often stained her panties. - for the past one month our clothes has been washed together with poo poo!
4. I also discovered that she did not put my bras in the netting - no wonder my bra’s strap is loosen now.
5. She washes my laundry every day instead of twice a day. Even when there is only 4 pcs of hubby’s clothing, she will wash them in the washing machine. I told her to accumulate but she did not listen. Such a waste of water, electricity and detergent.
6. She uses more water to wash the clothing than needed. Like when the amount requires S, she will use M. I think she wanna make us pokai!

After a month of confinement and my newborn nurses less often, I told my maid not to touch the dirty clothes laundry in my laundry basket anymore. I will do the washing and she will do the hanging.

My clothing are cleaner now and my washing machine does not have to work hard anymore.

Why is it that most men will become fat after getting married? Especially the belly part. I still can’t figure out the reason to it. They are less stressful after marrying the girl of their dream? Or they are so stress up that they often hang out with their friends for a round of beer; that’s where the beer belly appears. Their wife feed them well? I doubt it coz I can’t cook as good as my mom or my MIL! Hah! I know, they stop keeping fit and taking muscle building supplements after they get to “tie down” the girl of their dream. Won the girl’s heart already, no need to be Mr Macho anymore.

I have come to a stage in my life that I couldn’t care less on how many new wrinkle lines appear on my face. Not that I do not want to look youthful but time does not permits me to give extra attention to outer beauty. I don’t even have time to read about anti wrinkle cream reviews. My time is fully occupied by my 5 children now. They are a handful but manageable. Thank God for good children.

I almost buy a bottle of Strawberry Cream Liqueur as a birthday gift for my dear hubby because it is cheaper than Bailey’s Irish Cream. I did not buy because the shop can’t provide a box for it. Btw, do you know that there is actually strawberry cigars? Macam-macam eh these days!

I really want to give hubby a birthday gift. Something within my means. Something that he will really like and enjoy. So, I ended up buying a bottle of sweet red wine for him. Something to keep him warm at night before he head the bed. Ya! I’ve long resigned being his warmer at night.

This is the first time my girls left me for 3D2N. I miss hearing them screaming for “Mommy” when they fight with each other. My home feels empty without them even though I still have my 2 boys with me. No one standing beside me when I surf the net or reading reviews about cheapestautoinsurance.net. No one pestering me to let her play computer. No one come complaining to me about this and that.

I should be enjoying the peace and quiet right? Sadly I am can’t. Those things are “music” to my ears already and life is so dull without music.

Good Morning World!

Nothing special on my birthday except the kitchen renovation started today which made me woke up early. I only had 6 hours of sleep. I hope I can stay awake during Harry Porter later this afternoon.

Still have no idea what my birthday lunch and dinner will be. Don’t think hubby prepare any surprise birthday gift for me. He does not know what I want and he won’t simply buy me things coz previous experience taught him not too! hahaha.

My children expected me to buy them a gift. I have not thought of what to buy for them. I need to save up to buy textbooks for next years. Not cheap as my soon to be 5yo son will be going to private kindy. His books alone is more than RM700. Two of his sisters will be in primary school and their books’ cost is only 10% of his!

Anyway, Happy Birthday To Me!

Why arh, when people are in deep shit (pardon my language) and when their “own people” don’t want to help them. Not “cannot” know, “don’t want” to help them, they look for the Christians? Even though they hardly know the Christian. I think we Christians have made such a good impression on the non-Christians. They know that we will never say no when it comes to helping others in need.

So there is this lady; she was the owner of a Cosway shop here. The last we buy from her shop was like 4-5 years ago when I bought a bread maker from her. She knew hubby before that coz  hubby was a Cosway member through her and often buy from her when he was still practicing law; that was more than a decade ago. But she remembered that hubby is a Christian.

Recently she was in a big trouble. She owed 2 loan sharks a some of money. Her husband knew about it and kicked her out of the house. Currently, she is staying with a Christian friend. She borrowed the money from the loan shark to help a friend (not for herself know!!!). All these are what she told hubby. Hubby assumed that she is telling the truth.

When hubby told me that she called asking for help, I knew she wanted cash and only CASH; not prayer or a part-time job. Because that’s all that we can afford to give her. We need money too; for our roof (15k) and recently to pay TNB (2.5k). She is persistent in calling hubby.

A day after we were slapped with 2.5k of electricity bill left by my tenant, she called hubby asking for some cash. Hubby asked whether we can give some money to her. I did not answer him. I was very upset. I was thinking about how are we going to pay for the electricity bill and here a stupid lady (pardon my language again…very angry you know) who borrowed money from loan sharks wanted some cash. I felt like giving her a call to tell her that we have finance problem too. We too, need money! You want money, you work for it lar. I need a helper now. Come clean my house, I’ll pay you RM50/day! I don’t mind giving to those really in need; like those life and death situation.

So, did we give? Of course! We are Christian what. Must show good testimony. The best is to give when we have none. Remember the bible story about The Widow with 2 Coins? Luke 21.

Even though I am upset that hubby actually gave some money to her, I know deep inside that God will blessed us and help us settle our financial needs. We have Jesus, she has yet to know Him.

A friend of mine asked me how do I decide to take the bold step to become a SAHM and living on a single income. All of us have so many financial commitments; homeloan, car loan, insurance, fees, utilities, petrol etc. To me, I was in a way forced to resign and be a SAHM because my No.3 does not want other people to mind him and to send all 3 to nursery cost half of my salary that was less than 2.5k; so it is more practical to just resign and mind them myself.

We have to live by our means; meaning do away with luxuries and live a simple life. I know most parents work for their children education fund but not us. Let them find their way like we did. Our parents did not have any education fund for us but we still managed to graduate with a degree and get a good job.

As a SAHM, we can get some income if we can find the time to do so. As for me, I might not have the time to be a Wholesale Insurance agent but I learn some skill like sewing and managed to sell a few bags which is sufficient to invest in some books for my children. Knowledge can bring them further than money you know.

Hubby called on the first night he was in KK, Sabah. He told me that he bought something for me from the night market there; it was a torchlight which cost only RM3. What??? Fly all the way there just to buy a small torchlight for me? Why do I need the torchlight for? If he buys their best acne products I don’t mind trying it out. Being someone who always gift practical gift, he is not being practical this time around.

He bought a slack. It needs to be altered; shorten. Since I can sew now. I offered to do it for him. So, I happily took his old pants and used the same measurement. The next day, I happily inform him that I have shorten his slack. Instead of thanking me, he said in a not no nice tone, “You know my measurement meh?” I told him I followed his old pants. “You want me to sweep the floor with my pants arh? I still need to fold that pants you know.” How would I know, he has a few pants and I don’t keep track which he folds and which he does not. I wish he would use different approach so that I won’t feel that hurt like, “Thanks Dear BUT if you follow that pants, it is still be long bla bla bla bla.”

Ok ok lar…I am being very sensitive here.

The date of the mission trip to Kota Kinabalu, Sabah has been confirmed. It will be a 4 days trip and we are so happy that we managed to get one of our ex-church members to help with our business. If we can have him for long term then hubby can plan to go for more mission trips which is his passion, his calling.

Yet again, I am stuck here with my own mission to raise Godly children. I thought marrying a soon-to-be missionary, I will be able to go for mission trip more often but I am so wrong. My last mission trip was to Sarawak a few months before we got engaged. After that, I’m stuck at home.

Anyhow, I am trying to help in anyway that I can besides praying for the team. I am hoping to be able to sell more Mr Plattie (Soft Toy) so that I can contribute to the mission fund. Unfortunately, I only managed to sell 2 Platties.

I did post my intention in FB but most of them “Like” my status and commented that I have a good heart. Don’t just “Like” and compliment me, support my good intention by buying some Platties for your kids lar.

My hubby is one who does not really bother whether you are pretty or have lots of acne on your face but no all men are like him. To him and also most of us, if one is pretty but have bad characters and attitude, their pretty looks does not matter anymore.

When I was still studying in uni, one of my roommates has a very vain boyfriend. He will read all kind of reviews pertaining beauty. I am sure he read exposed acne treatment reviews. He even plucks his own eyebrows! How many men that you know do that? His girlfriend finds it hard keeping up to his standard and before they graduated they broke off and this roommate of mine went out with a not so good looking guy. I think she is phobia dating good looking guys.

After 9 years of marriage, I am thinner and he is fatter.

Nothing special on this 9th wedding anniversary. I left our children home around 7.15pm with maid and MIL and head to hubby’s shop with my Canon camera. Must captured our special day mah. We then left to the new Jusco for dinner and jalan-jalan. Hubby wanted to eat something that we often eat when we were younger. So we ended up at Kenny Roger’s. Being the only customer there, we were served with super shrink chicken (spring chicken?), over steamed corn and dunno how many times reheated baked bean. If I did not come with hubby, I think I will just walk out from the restaurant.

After dinner, we had a cup of yogurt ice-cream each at Kaizer. Yum! Then we just hold hands and window shop. By 9.30pm, we left Jusco then I headed home to our children who misses me a lot, especially my baby who refuses to sleep without me. Hubby came home shortly after that.

I breastfed Baby to sleep and I slept till the next morning.

The end.

As I was driving home from sending hubby his lunch, I was tailing behind a red Kancil driven by an old man. He drove very slow and he is on the outer lane. So I over took him on the inner lane since it is a 2 lanes road. Right at the moment I over took him, he decided to change lane and almost bang my car! Thank God I was quick enough to swerve away from him and thank God there was no lorry parking at the side of the road like any other day. If not I will have to hire Texas Truck accident lawyer to sue that Kancil driver.

I wish he would tell me this, “Dear, tomorrow you can sleep in. I will get the children ready for school and send them to school.” Of course on the day that he does not have to work full day so that he can come home after that to continue his sleep.

But like my title says, it is wishful thinking. It will never happen unless I am really, really sick. It is because he requires 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep if possible. Unlike me, I can sleep for 1 hour then wake up for 2 hours then continue sleeping for another 3 hours before getting up to start my day. And if my baby wants to latch, I might doze off for another hour. On some days I can catch an hour nap with baby. So I do get my 4-6 hours sleep every day.

I would love to have 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep but being a wife and a mother, this is one of the sacrifices that we have to make.

That is what my 2nd daughter commented when I told her the reason I was crying yesterday. “Daddy is very rude for not telling you that he is going to botak (bald) Baby’s hair eh.”

I am still very upset and very angry. Not because our 11mo baby is bald now but his action of secretly balding our baby’s hair without my knowledge.

What else he would do secretly?

I cried buckets yesterday until my mattress is all soak with my tears but the anger still did not want to go away.

Today, hubby pretended like nothing happened! He ALWAYS thinks that he is right. And he will NEVER apologise.

I am PMSing again and it falls on the wrong day; Saturday, the day I hate the most. I felt like throwing a heavy industrial equipment on anyone that steps on my foot!

Due to much washing, my right index finger cracked again. It feels like a knife slicing through it when I use that finger. I can’t get all my housework done as planned.

Thank God Baby is kind to me today. He napped for 2 hours and so did I. At least that cools me down a lot.

How many of you can agree with me on the above phrase? I am not talking about incest! I am talking about your dad’s character in your husband.

The father is the first and most significant role model in a girl’s life. That’s the first man that they loved and look up too. Unconsciously, we will look for a man just like our dad provided he is a good dad.

I married my dad. My hubby manages our finance just like my dad; even my mom commented on that. My hubby does not talk much; just like my dad. My hubby leaves the household chores solely to me; just like my dad. Never once I see my dad sweeps, mop, cook or hang the laundry. My dad never bath us!

Thank God my hubby is not 100% my dad. He is not hot-tempered like my dad. He does bathe his children, mops, sweep, cook and hang laundry when I show my long face.

I see my hubby as the better version of my dad.

I don’t know lar. Since I married him, he has quiet a number of motorbike fall. He thinks too much I think until he cannot fully concentrate when riding his bike. It is the same when driving too. Many times he almost bang the bumper of the car in front because his mind tends to wonder.

Hello hubby! Why worry about tomorrow?