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. ┐(´∀｀)┌

I know the webcomic this time is pretty ugly BUT I spent so many days on it…..༎ຶ‿༎ຶ…. I wanted to make a really cute one for Mr. Monday (because he deserves it), but just ended up with such a mediocre drawing. I blame my illness, but in reality… I just didn’t put enough heart onto it IMO. I was either half breastfeeding or half asleep.

I can’t believe Mr. Monday is only 3 years old. He’s so independent and helpful. I mean have you seen a 3 year old cook dinner for the entire family? He does! And he does a pretty good job. (Of course I’m there supervising). I’m probably just drooling cluelessly when I was 3.

Mr Monday actually took care of me when I had morning sickness with Little Tuesday. He was only 2 years old then but he already getting glasses of water and antisickness pill for me then. It didn’t change after a year, he was taking paracetamol and a glass of water for me when I was shivering under the bed covers. He’s a sweetheart, yes he is.

He even attempted to give me a bouquet of LEAVES and told me to get well soon. (He actually pluck every leaf he could find from my plants at home; his logic was, ‘mommy like leaves’). (´ ͡༎ຶ ͜ʖ ͡༎ຶ `)︵‿︵ Honestly I wasn’t sure to smile with love or to cry because my plants are now leafless…… But he meant well, he really do.

But at the end of the day, he is still just a baby. I’m afraid he might be growing up too fast. I want him to enjoy his childhood, to be a child. Enjoy this time of life that he can never get back, but in the same time, I’m not sure if I should stop him from doing house chores which he enjoys so much. He loves to help, but am I enslaving my son a little too much? I’m so proud of him, but in the same time I don’t want to be a Godzilla mom. But as morbid as it sounds, I do want to transfer life skills to both Monday and Tuesday so that if my life ever ends prematurely, I can rest in peace knowing they will be able to care for themselves. I think as a mother, that’s all I need to know if I ever am not able to grow old with them; that they, will be okay.