#126 – Lucky Star Shines On Me Again

I was driving home after dropping S off at work and around the bend, this cabby signaled right and dashed out immediately. I stepped hard on the brake and luckily managed to stop in time. However, I heard some metal collision noise. Then he turned right before the traffic light and pulled over into the receded bay in the opposite direction. So I followed suit as I thought he wanted to inspect the potential damage on both cars. I got out of my car wanting to check on the damage but when I realized that he was about to drive off; I walked straight to him. Then I sensed that he merely intended to make an illegal U-turn, with no intention of stopping to check on the cars! So I gestured for him to get out of the car, which he did so reluctantly. And then his attitude was that of nonchalance and said he knew he didn’t hit my car. I told him that he shouldn’t have dashed out without looking and expect me to slow down or stop in an emergency. He then uttered something like he was just making a living and got back into his car and drove off.

I shared the incident with my family and I decided to inform the taxi company about the incident. To help with their investigation, I shared with them the video recording. To my surprise, they got back to me within a couple of days and informed me that they’ve counseled him, given him a stern warning, put him on a 3-month performance assessment period and included this incident in his P-file. I’m happy with their prompt action and I just hope that this cabby will not drive recklessly from now on. All road users ought to drive responsibly and not endanger other’s life.

#125 – Lucky Star

It was Saturday and I wanted to bring the kids to Jacob Ballas (kids version of Botanic Gardens). As it turns out, S was tired and decided to take an afternoon nap. So I brought them out on my own. When I reached Jacob Ballas, I was disappointed as its façade were boarded up. I asked the guard if it was still open and thank goodness, he said yes. I was already making plans to visit the nearby Botanic Gardens instead if it was indeed closed for renovation.

It was bright and sunny and L was happily building her sand castle. Then suddenly, I felt a few drops of rain and I quickly asked L to pack up and put her sandals back on while I put Baby A back into the stroller. As I was doing all these, other parents and kids had already started running for shelter as the downpour was sudden and didn’t appear like it would stop anytime soon.

Everything happened very quickly and L was caught by surprise and didn’t know how to react. She asked me to help her with her sandals and I just quickly put them on (I would usually make her do it herself). I grabbed her and her toys and started running, with the stroller in tow, to the nearest shelter. Before the outing, L was instructed to be obedient as I would need her help to “look after” her little brother. She was co-operative and held onto the stroller as we ran.

Despite that, we were totally drenched by the time we reached the shelter. Many other parents and kids were in the same state. When I looked around, I think Baby A was the youngest of them all. After all, he’s just an infant of 9 months! I quickly wiped them dry and with the kind staff’s help, pack them into the car and drove back. I called home to instruct my helper to meet me downstairs in 15 minutes and at the same time, prepare hot bath water for them.

When I reached the shelter, she was nowhere to be seen. In fact, she sashayed to me 5 minutes later. By which time, I was fuming mad. I asked her why she was late and that she shouldn’t compromise on my kids’ health since they were drenched in rain and needed to change out quickly. She was quick to cover up, citing that the clock at home was 5 minutes late. I took all the clocks and showed her that I know she was just making an excuse. Then she said that she was frying eggs, another excuse in my opinion. Sigh, I don’t know what to say.

When I read the news later, I learned that a tall tembusu tree fell in Botanic Gardens, the same time we were at Jacob Ballas. One person was killed and 4 others injured. I heaved a sigh of relief. Had we gone there, we could have been hit by the tree. Thank god for not bringing us there!

#120 – Roughing It Out In Coach Class

A few days before we took off, S wanted to upgrade the flight to business class. After finding out the absurd premium that we have to top up (not to mention the tedious, multiple conversations I had with SIA and SAS), I managed to convince him that we will do just fine roughing it out in coach class for the 30-hour journey (especially since we do not have kids travelling with us). I managed to get us a 2-seater and all went well.

During one of the 3 connecting flights (we flew Singapore/Copenhagen/Oslo/Tromso), the connection time was only 40min and the flight was delayed. We prayed hard and literally had to run like crazy to the other terminal after collecting our bags and re-checking them in. Luckily, we made it. What a close shave.

On arrival, we treated ourselves to a fabulous meal at a local restaurant. We had lunch but it felt as if we were having dinner since the sky was dark already. They served the best duck confit and of course, the bottled artic water was ever so sparkling and fresh and thirst-quenching. It was, indeed, THE best meal cos we did not have anything (nothing came close unfortunately) as yummy thereafter.


#89 – Murphy’s Law (again!)

I’m now Week 39 plus (about to deliver Baby A anytime) and last night, I received a call from the confinement lady (CL) whom I booked in first trimester, informing me that she hurt her spine and will not be able to help me. She said that she would look for a replacement for me. I nearly fell off my chair when I heard the news. This is the last thing any about-to-due pregnant women would want to hear!

I shared with my friend and she quickly told me to call Thomson Confinement Services and she also gave me a contact for another CL. But I know that the chance of getting a good one is not high since it’s so last minute. Nonetheless, I called the CL anyway. Thank goodness she had a last minute cancellation and she’s available immediately.

When she heard my story, she said that her charges are high (she may be trying to extort here, I’m not sure). And her first question was whether I am staying with my mother-in-law. Oh well, I guess she must have had some bad experiences with some “backseat drivers” in the past. From the tone of her voice, she came across as a rather demanding lady. But as time is of essence, I booked her for one month anyway. I know that I will have to lower my expectations so as not to stress myself any further. I hope that she will be different from the previous CL and will be able to work well with my helper and mum. I think I’ve had enough to deal with for now. No more Murphy’s Law please…

#86 – Hot Button

Somehow, I don’t understand how I always manage to press my husband’s hot button. A couple of nights ago, he asked me to read this rather thick book on training kids’ mind. My response was simple, “Sure, I can read it when I’m breast-feeding Baby A since I’ll be awake feeding or expressing the milk in the night then.” He got mad at my reply, can you imagine? He asked me why I can’t read it now since he bought the book a year back. Granted, I completely forgot about it since it was out of my sight, lost amidst his shelves of books. But I’m not saying that I will not read it, just that I will read it later since I’m trying to finish reading another book before passing it to my sister-in-law. I told him that I’m in no mood to argue with him, much less spoil our beautiful Sunday on that note. But he went on and on…

Thank goodness he regained his composure after a shower and apologized to me for his actions. He also explained to me why he said what he said. Oh well, the damage is done and it really got me thinking where the problem lies. Do we need to see a marriage counselor on the breakdown of our communication? At the rate it’s going, I’m not sure how long I can withstand the anxiety of this pending outbreak; which is akin to a time bomb, waiting to explode on trigger. Perhaps we really need external help.

#82 – Same but different?


I’m now Week 33 plus for the second pregnancy and I keep thinking about how the labour onset will be. I know for sure that it will not be the same as L’s and that got me kind of anxious. Where will I be? Will I be driving on the road? Will I be at home? Will I be out and about? I have no clue at all.

I have a feeling that Baby A will come early but Dr. C says that he is likely to arrive at around the same time as L, i.e. full term plus a few days. She also said that second baby will not get engaged until a few hours before labour. Now that’s something new to us. Isn’t it amazing how nature unfolds? The baby actually knows when to engage and prepare for his own arrival. 🙂

I was also told that the iron level in my blood was low so I was prescribed some iron pills and was instructed to load up on dark leafy vegetables and red meat. Actually that’s true cos I didn’t eat that much beef during this pregnancy compared to the last one. I hope that with me following her instructions, the iron level will go back up to a healthy level as it may be dangerous if it drops too low due to blood loss during delivery.

#78 – Keeping the Spirits High

Much as I try to think happy thoughts and keep up a positive and happy outlook, I can’t help but be bogged down by the nitties gritties in life. I constantly worry about drawing down on my savings, not having enough for household expenses given the extra expenditure with our new baby, getting frazzled by the hectic schedule of sending and fetching L amongst other things. Insignificant annoyance gets to me especially easily these days. I need to constantly remind myself to do my yogic breathing with the end in mind to balance my thoughts. Ommmmmm…