And My Journey Thru' Breast Cancer
More presents from Cancun from “good” Sara and her parents. The t-shirt was just the right size.. so thoughtful of Adele and Gerald. We can never asked for a better friend than the Leblanc family. They have always been steadfast in our friendship.. which is pretty hard to find .. in this town.
Thank you the “good” Sara (as chloe puts it) .. Gerald & Adele for remembering Chloe.. when you went to Mexico for your holiday. Yes.. they have always been very kind to Chloe.. since she was born.. always remember her birthday.. and Christmases.. and any occasions. We really lucked in on this good friends.. in the Leblanc family.
It is very easy to ignore all the small little things the man do for you .. and in fact only point out the bad things.. when he doesn’t. I am definitely guilty of such. I can be such a B.I.T.C.H at times..! and i’m sure the man would agree with me.. in half a second.. not openly though.
But the man was really good tonite.. and i didn’t need to ask for help. He did the vacuuming, cooking for the brat, cleaning the dishes.. and then cleaned the bottles.. and pots and pans.. and bathed the brat. For that .. he deserves alot of brownie points. I thought he was going to his buddy’s place but i guess i was wrong.. and he said.. he did all these housework.. because i was sick..! so sweet eh..?? So man can be nice and helpful if they want to. I must not forget the good stuff too eh.
I’m pretty proud of myself today at the hospital.. because I went there on my own. For the last 8 yrs.. i think i’ve been a parasite. It got really worst after I got pregnant with Chloe, everything changed.. and i started to get panic attack that i had never experienced before i had chloe. After Chloe .. it eased.. but once in a blue moon .. i still get it.
Today, going for my ultra sound alone.. the receptionist asked me.. where’s the rest of my entourage..?? made me realized that i never go anywheres without PB or the brat. No wonder my father-in-law suggested that i get my own car .. instead of sharing one with PB. He’s prolly trying to be polite eh.
As a kid, my mother never let us help her to cook or bake.. and in fact she would literally treat us like a pest.. if we even cooked in her kitchen.. because she said.. we would either dirty her stove.. or spoil it.
I used to lament about the lack of fun cooking with my mum. .but when i think back. .i knew she cannot afford to spare the time.. because she was a full time working mum. This is the reason why .. i never refused to let chloe help in washing or cooking if she wanted to.. because.. i donch want her to feel she ain’t useful. Even if she was making a mess more than helping… it’s alright.
We were at the Canadian Dollar store after our late lunch at Jungle Jims. I had wanted to just browse around.. and of course to get the brat some cheapie toys. And i spotted some knock off crocs and bought one for Mr Choo’s 1 year old kid. Unfortunately, her feet were as big as Chloe’s so i have to bring it back to exchange it. But Mrs Choo who was delivery our food was thanking us profusely.. and thoughtfulness, but to me it was actually nothing.. it was on the way. And guess what she didn’t wanna collect the money for our food.. *slap forehead* .. oh no..!! not again..!!
Yes.. it is my birthday today..! i turned 43 yrs old.. and kinda feeling darn old.. muahahhahaha!!! To all who wants to send me a birthday card.. please donch.. use that money to kindly donate to Baby Akmal. It doesn’t matter if it is a dollar or 5 .. every cent helps.. and i’m pretty sure that Baby Akmal’s parents wouldn’t think that you are an el cheapo.. if you donate a buck. Life hasn’t been a smooth ride for me.. but i’m thankful to be alive.. albeit not that healthy because of my fibroids… but compared to Baby Akmal.. and his suffering.. mine is nothing. I urge you to donate.. a buck.. if you are thinking of sending me a card.. or thinking of buying me anything. Please use this money.. and give it to Baby Akmal. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.. and God bless all those who are donating.. and lending a helping hand. You can make a difference.
I don’t know about other mummies.. but i try to get Chloe involved.. when i am cooking her meals.. or preparing her meals for the next day. Simple stuff.. like putting the noodles into the pot.. or clicking the on button for the rice cooker.. or getting rice out from the rice bucket to a pot for washing. The reason for doing that is because i don’t want Chloe not to know how to do stuff when she is older.. because mummy doesn’t like the kitchen to be messy. My mom was this way.
More than 4 weeks ago.. i was told that i should be receiving something in the mail for immigration purposes and finally it arrived today. You have to wonder.. about the efficiency of the Canadian government. At first .. i thought it was just us.. being slow.. but you see even after finalizing everything.. they were still as slow as a tortoise. It was frustrating.. and more than 5 weeks later.. i finally got my immigration card. Now to change my social insurance number to a permanent one. Another appt i am so not looking forward to.
I am NO saint, I’ll have to let you all know right off. Don’t throw rotten eggs at me, but when I started working with various advertisers I quickly realized that when I need to do a job my brat would be the first to be seeking attention. I am writing this because I felt extremely disturbed when I read in some blog about how they would get all upset with their kids because they’ve got work to do, and then they start shouting at the kids. My heart goes out to them because this is not healthy.
I get a fair amount of work from all my advertisers, but I also make sure that even if there were opps dropping I would never ignore my kid, nor scream at her. Like i say, I am no saint, but I consciously make sure that this does not happen because my kid catches on easily and she might get the wrong idea, thinking that money or my online job is more important than her. That cannot be farther from the truth because nothing is more important than my brat.
Money is important, I am very sure, to just about anyone and everyone but one has to really weigh the consequences. Do you really want to bring up your kids thinking that you are a mad man or woman? Or put fear in your kid’s mind and heart for $10??? My kid is very sensitive, she can sense when I am sick or upset or grouchy because I didn’t get enough sleep. And they DO understand more than they let on.
I’m no saint, once again I tell you, and yes, sometimes I feel like screaming at my brat, but I make a VERY conscious effort never to shout or scream at her because I don’t want my brat to grow up fearing me or thinking that she is inferior. I don’t want her to feel that she is less important than my job, the money or anyone else in my life. So here I plead to all blogging mummies and daddies to please consider your position and see yourself thru’ your kid’s eyes. Do you see an ugly, mad and loud crazy person in your kid’s eyes..?? It is not too late to change now! YOU can do it and make that difference in your kid’s life and eyes. I know you love your kids and that money is important but you can make the right choice.