I’m quite reluctant to blog about this, it is actually the reason why I haven’t been updating my blog since the entry before last. But then again I thought, if I hide it (as I am doing), then I am quite a hypocrite for telling others to understand mental health issues and not look at it as a taboo. So here I am, a second post about my dumbass depression that I hate very much, and I also very much hate to talk about it.
I never thought I’d one day actually sell my works — let it be a painting, craft, or food. I’m just never the entrepreneur kind of person. I mean there’s literally 7 billion people out there who are better than I am; why would anybody buy my works?
All I wanted was to decorate our house for Christmas. On my own I wouldn’t have bothered; but having children means giving them a childhood to remember. I wanted them to grow up with not just culture but memories. Hence why I put extra effort to make rice dumpling on Dragon Boat Festival and bake mooncakes on mooncake festival. I’m not Christian (Mojujuju is), so Christmas was never a celebrated holiday for me. My parents would simply continue working while my sister and I binge on Anime at home.
Unfortunately the only Christmas wreath I ever own/bought is in a pretty bad shape. Not sure where the pinecones are or even the bell who decided hotglue gun just isn’t for her had went. I was scrolling through Amazon for a new wreath, and something just came to my mind.
Why am I buying fake wreath full of plastic and unnatural material when we are surrounded by an amazing garden that never stop giving?
I then researched on wreath making and found out that 90% of the materials are literally right in my backyard! “This will be a nice project for Mr. Monday and I!” (or so I thought).
Pinecones was one of the main material that I simply did not have. Where do I find a pinetree?!?! I asked around on ZeroWasteNW facebook group (yes, I’m bloody hippie I know lol) and was informed that we could find a massive pine wood right beside Formby beach! How convenient! Mr. Monday could have his fun at the beach and we could then go collect pinecones in the woods. (or so I thought).
11a.m. on Sunday a bomb was set off only 10 minutes away from us at Liverpool Women’s hospital, a hospital mainly for women and newborns. We were on our way to meet a friend that day. I’m grateful we were safe, and that everybody else except for the culprit were safe.
What we know about the bomber is minimal. His name was Emad Al-Swealmeen which was changed to Enzo Almeni after converting to Christianity. He was a refugee from ?Iraq and is half Syrian. His nationality remains undetermined. He arrived in 2014 to the UK, and had his asylum applications rejected.
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I briefly wrote about attending parenting classes with Mojujuju in our Chester Zoo blog post and actually got quite a number of friends asking me about it. I think it’s something every parents wish to sign up for but not something everyone get to. Afterall, don’t we all just ‘wing’ it? ╮(╯∀╰)╭
I don’t think I’m one of those ‘hippie’ parents that goes ‘don’t ever say no ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡ (while the child is holding a nuclear bomb)’, ‘let their creativity flourish! ♡ ～(‘▽^人) (by wrecking the whole superstore)’, ‘my unicorn baby is the best °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°’.. LOL. In fact I’m actually a pretty old-school kind of parents that Mojujuju really hates.
I’ll tell you from the beginning how I ended up in the class;
Remember we were renewing our kitchen because the cabinets were falling out of the wall? While we were shopping for kitchen I told Mojujuju that I’d like a dishwasher (Thanks Jess for recommending it to me, after I recommend robot vacuum to her (☛´∀｀*)☛). He was really skeptical about it and told me he would wash all the dishes instead of getting me a dishwasher (I really wouldn’t hold my breath over it. Oh he’ll do the dishes, after 3 working days….). I somehow insisted and he gave in.
AND NOW MY LIFE IS COMPLETE. (´ε｀ )♡
Sorry for the late update; I did not forget about this blog!!! I’ve basically have been extremely ill with a common cold. ╥﹏╥
Mr. Monday likely passed it to all of us from nursery. Everyone had a little bit of a cold while I had a full blown fever of 40C, chills and shiver, which then complicate into bacterial sinusitis, and then lost my hearing few days after as the bacteria infected my middle ear and created a pool of pus behind my eardrum.
Wow yes, my immune system is basically as dramatic as me. ┐(´∀｀)┌
Ah, Chester zoo. The best zoo in the UK and 3rd in the world (apparently on Wikipedia). I’ve been there only once when we were still dating and decided to treat Mr. Monday for a day out!
We lately have been attending parenting classes and one thing we’ve learnt was that we keep Mr. Monday indoors too much. Back in my days (lol I sound like an old man), there were no such thing as too much indoor time. My parents rarely bring me out, and I wasn’t allowed to go to the playground alone. Thinking about it, maybe that’s why I’m not the sporty kind of person.
The animals really looked like they were well cared for and I believe that is the most important thing about zoos. The duck however, was following everybody at the cafe for some treats! I’m so glad to have managed to get a headshot of this cheeky drake. It was then I realised that it is the best time for me to practice my horrendous photography skills!!!
p/s: all the pictures in this post has not been edited and is taken by my Samsung note 10+). I think I did a pretty good job with the photos ⸂⸂⸜(രᴗര๑)⸝⸃⸃.
We started renovating our kitchen in mid september and our kitchen is yet to complete!!! With a newborn and a 3 year old, I cannot stress how important a kitchen is to us. We chose Wren Kitchens because it was rated one of the top 10 kitchen in the UK, but needless to say I will not be recommending them to anyone else.
The kitchens were fabulous! And to be honest the built and stability of it seems pretty worth it. But what isn’t worth it is the amount of mental stress we had to go through for the past 2 months! I would honestly put the blame on the kitchen fitter alone… but I’ll let you be the judge.
So in summary this is what happened (TLDR, scroll until the end of timeline):
I’m not going to LIE and tell you that I’m all excited about my weight gain. I’ve always been a skinny size 6 or 0 US. I eat like a massive whale and never once had a problem with my weight. Until now.
Welcome to 30s and welcome pregnancy bod.
Mr. Monday, although the morning sickness lasted for 9 months, was an easy baby to carry. He was also on a smaller side, and was born preterm. Lil’ Tuesday is one massive baby to carry. She was on the 97th centile (50th is the average FYI). Literally the MAX size baby I can ever produce. Because of that, and plus many other factors, I was literally immobile.
ALSO— maybe I did ate a little too much.
I blame her. =X
Dude my appetite was of a dinosaur while I was carrying her!!!
Before I start, I want to let you know that I do acknowledge that not every mother manage to breastfeed and I am not here to let anyone feel shitty about themselves, especially just being a mother is already hard enough.
But if you were to come up to me and say ‘no, [breast is not best], well-fed babies are’, then I’m gonna have to disagree with you, whole-heartedly. Super-duper disagree. Big fat nope.
A well-fed baby should be the MINIMUM requirement— else you might as well starve the baby to death.
I can give you McDonald’s or a slice of premium steak — You cannot possibly think that ‘as long as I am fed, that’s the best’. There’s a whole galaxy difference in both of them!!! Like heaven and earth?!?! Unless the other option is to starve to death, then okay, I guess McDonald’s isn’t that bad.
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