Some Girls Are Bigger

Turn 50 Like A Boss

When you turn 50, what better way than to celebrate it Like A Boss? This is officially the first family event I helped with which isn’t mine. And it was fun doing for a family who practically blew their budget on desserts (and almost everything else). There was so much food, we didn’t even have enough space. I didn’t do much tho. Just did the paper bunting, favor tags and helped coordinate a little while they got most of the stuff themselves. One thing I missed out was to raise the back dessert items on a platform so they’d be less blocked. We had under 2hrs to put the party up cos checking into chalet was at 2.30pm and The Boss was to arrive at about 4.30pm. The family (and extended families) had all been assigned tasks and they were working like machines to surprise the boss (the dessert table was just a teeny weeny feature of the party). Very heartwarming to see a huge family co-orperating with one another.

Sand, Sea, Ships

I don’t remember loving the beach as much as I do now, that I have two kids. Their exhilaration is so contagious, I wish Mr works regular weekdays, so we could do this every single weekend.

To 3rd or not to 3rd

The previous entry was actually intended to be like a prequel to this entry. On how contrasting it is for us now to think it over and over and over again in trying for a 3rd. Cos it’s almost four years since my last birth and I’m starting to pine for another baby. Not cos them babies are just super adorable. It’s that we have long decided to have three kids (negotiated from five).

The prime factor to consider is of course, finances – not just about milk and diapers nor childcare fees. We’re talking about education fees right till err uni? (hopefully they don’t take after their folks in this area).

Then, there’s the question on how I will cope with work and studies with three kids? For real? It’s already a battle with two.

Then, who will take care of them? Friend mentioned before that it feels just wrong for a helper to be taking care of more than two kids. Have to agree. Leaving all the bathing, feeding, sending kids to school and picking them up, and 230495 other things to a helper is just not right.

Then, there’s space constraints – we’re bunking in with my brother till our tiny, tiny BTO flat completes in 2014. Also, we’re not looking at upgrading from the tiny, tiny car anytime soon. All that comes back to the prime factor – finances.

Then, there’s the deteriorating energy level – going back to babycare stages and waking up at nights. Oh. My. God.

Then, there’s age. I keep waiting for ‘a better time’. After the younger child has passed toddler stage? After I’m done with studies? After we have stopped having to pay rent? After we’ve earned enough for me to be SAHM? After we’ve upgraded to a 7-seater car? After the elder child has completed studies? After Serenaide’s 5th album has gone platinum?

It’s not happening. There will never be ‘a better time’. When you’re done with one thing, something else usually comes up.

What does that leave us?

How Motherhood Happened to Me

Warning: glowing post not for the TTCs

IT just happened. Unplanned. Unexpected. Before motherhood came, the last time I saw period was on my wedding day. Mr and I didn’t consider “planning” cos we agreed that the 1st child is like exams result to know if you’ll ever have kids. It’s not like we were crazy about babies but we were sure having children was in the picture. We didn’t think it would take place so fast but when it did, there was no turning back. Can’t deny I was terrified. One moment we were fussing over amp and guitar knobs, the next moment over steriliser and stroller knobs. I was not prepared. I don’t think anyone is ever prepared for motherhood.

Then, 2 years later, it happened again. But this time because I was determined on a small age-gap sibling for the firstborn (we even considered conceiving again 2 months later since firstborn happened in January so our kids could go to school in the same year). Because I liked having a brother and I would have liked more if he had been a more accommodating playmate (boys will be boys). Also for some selfish reasons, I wanted Mr and I to be able to do our own thing occasionally so leaving them behind would be less of a guilt when they have each other (still applies well here).

Can’t say motherhood has been a breeze. It has enjoyable moments but when you get meltdowns, you miss carefree times. I’ve come to terms with what’s past, present and future. It was hard cos I had a culture shock – firstborn was a difficult, difficult baby. But now I wouldn’t change a single thing. You realise you have so much love in you to give, you never would have imagined it before you have kids. If Mr and I had put in so much thoughts about having kids in the first place, it might never have happened at all.