Frustration

Let’s count yesterday:

No. of years we are together: 5 years 8 months.

No. of years married: 1 year 7 months

Total No. of years together: 5 years 8 months

Did I trick you?

And yesterday we went for my 6 months check-up at Gleneagles Hospital. It was a morning appointment and I had to wake up early… too early. I had stomachache which I controlled all the way to the hospital by bus. It just spoilt my mood.

My baby girl’s umbilical cord confused us of her being a boy when she was only 4 months old. Thus it has been confirmed that I will be delivering a baby girl this coming July 07. My gynae and I nicknamed her ‘cheeky baby girl’.

I’m shocked to know that I ‘m 6 months 3 weeks pregnant. Already into 2nd pregnancy, I totally failed to keep track of the weeks. Sigh. So I will be in my 7months soon when I go for my KL trip. Hopefully I’ll survive.

The trip to see my unborn child was a blessing and that made me happy.

Happiness continued when we had time to walk around town. I had intention to look for a sling bag. Our first stop was the Isetan Lido nursery. We took turn to go to the toilets and cleaned up our little son and its bottles. Then hubby suggested that we should walk around DFS for bags.

“Ha ha! Is he kidding me?” I thought to myself.

Let see. Our last step into DFS was when he bought me that pink Coach handbag for our wedding. See above.

That’s long. We were amused to find that all the sales staffs from branded boutiques were very polite and entertaining to us and we kind of wonder why. So being typical Singaporean, we decided that they were polite because:

a) We looked like tourists – yeah from India and Philippines, maybe.

b) We have a cute Eurasian lookalike son that couldn’t stop babblings and smiling cheekily.

c) We looked and smelled RICH. – ha ha ha!

Ok. Hubby was indeed cruel to bring me there in the first place. He knew I still like that Prada handbag from last season. (I forgot to ask for the price!) - Logo Jacquard collection

(both nice right?)

Then he made me like this small handbag from Fendi. (Too shy to ask for price.)

(it looks something like this, only the handle is half plastic and half leather. kewl)

Then he made me like these 2 sling bags from Gucci. (One of them costs $2763.00)



Then he made me almost buy this limited edition Coach diaper bag (Price $899.00).



And there’s the Burberry handbag that will be ideal for weddings (Price $830.00). - no picture found.

ARGHHH! Seriously I should have taken pictures of them. In the end, I jokingly said “Lucky I never bring my other card, yeah sayang… if not….”

Yup. I am so proud of myself to reject mom’s offer to bring my other card along. But maybe I can sound to them that I’d like to have one of the above as a birthday present. (smile).

Hubby had to literally drag me out from DFS to Far East Plaza for lunch. Yup. I forgot lunch. After lunch, I made hubby walked around as I saw this purple short dress (Price: $100+), really superb cutting. However, I was so upset to find that an Ang Moh lady bought it. With a long face, I told hubby I wanted to walk around some more. He told me he rather sat somewhere and waited for me. I told him to do so.

Our little son gave up on our energy and fell asleep without us realizing it. In the end, I found a red sling bag that made me happy. Price was $20.00. Hubby came to dragged me out of Far East Plaza and we waited for our Express bus home.

Here is where I get frustrated. Hubby asked me to cook. Chicken not thawed yet. I was so tired. My back hurts. Hubby forgot to sweep and mop the floor for our son to crawl.Hubby pulled a long face when I asked his help to cook the rice first. I thought of KFC, Pizza Hut but no mood to eat those types of food deliveries.

I cooked some of the thawed chicken. Literally fried them hard. I made salad (salad, tomatoes, boiled eggs, olive oil, salt, pepper and long island sauce). I made hubby go buy me a Campbell soup. I reheated the soup.Our son was getting whining by then.

Dinner served, we ate. Our son started to cry out of boredom.I gave up eating my share and brought him out to the fun room.Hubby finished eating. Dishes not washed. I was watching Dance floor and he told me to eat. Commercial on, he told me he wanted to go yak-yak. So I couldn’t eat yet. Our son was grabbing me like crazy.

Finally I got to finish my food which was uncovered. Dishes not helped to be washed. Our son started to cry. Soothed him first and told hubby to make his milk. I fed him and he fell asleep. Poor baby.

Sternly reminded hubby about baby’s clothes to be hang to dry. Slowly told hubby off about the dishes. After 15 minutes of frowning, I went to do the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen with lots of banging.

Ok-ok. I was angry and frustrated at him for making me cook. I knew he was tired and broke but when I offered to buy KFC, he firmly said no. I’m tired too. Even though he said ‘thank you for the dinner’, it didn’t help. It would help if he did the dishes though. (sad face)

It will help further and in future, if he remembers to vacuum and mop the floor, and properly clean our toilet at least once a week. That’s without my constant reminder.

I know now that I’m a housewife and he’s out there working. But I used to work too and I know it’s tiring. But it frustrates me greatly to see him sit for hours in front of his computer, watching cartoons and playing games while I have to handle the little tot, pregnancy and housework from morning until night. I just wish he will help more around the house ...

I was just tired and crappy. The end.