Friday, August 8, 2008

A Crown's No Cure for a Headache

Adulthood is responsibility. How did that happen?.....That had crossed my mind today. Hmm...How I have missed my childhood days; and of course, the ever exciting and carefree times of my adolescent life…Who wouldn’t?

We were taught to be ever ready to take responsibilities, no matter we like it or not, no matter what it would be, without any reservation. The truth is, it sucks. I envy those who can just shut down the ‘unwanted’ or ‘undesired’ responsibilities and be picky, just to suit their lifestyle or just simply their convenience.

Maybe because I was crowned to be the first born, the pressure of taking the saddle onto my back was intense, since as far back as I can remember. I guess, due to that fact, I can’t help but I seem to be putting that same pressure on my eldest child. I can see his resentment but in my belief, it is for his own good and the younger sibling(s)’ good. I try to evaluate each and every action that I make at every end of a day. I can only sum up in one sentence ~ it is tough being an adult but life must go on. We just have to make do with what’s blessed and given to us. Swallow it down our throat and don’t make any fuss about it. Try our level best not to worsen the situation, whatever it is.

Anyway, had received good news from my youngest brother today; we are blessed with another baby boy in the family, at about 11.56 am this morning. His second son was born today, as the Beijing Olympic 2008 starts. It was a normal birth, without any epidural or induction process. For all that we know, it was fate and good luck, because there are so many couples around the globe trying their very best, praying hard, scheduling for c-sections and even trying to induce labour so as to just have their babies on this historical date of 08.08.08 as their child’s birth date. I must be prepared later for my Chinese friends who will be saying “Huaaa… so ong la….” And with that, he makes the sixth grandchild for my mum, where all of them are BOYS. What a score!
Thinking back, how weird life can turn out to be. My baby brother, who was obviously the baby in the house, everything made for, very well pampered, is now a father of two boys. Will he be a real man who can take real responsibilities? Or does that ‘leadership’ being partially delegated to my sister-in-law who is the second child of four in her family? With that thought, I revert back to my situation. My hubby is a baby brother in his family too. Does that make him any less of a responsible man? Gee… I really have to see deeply into this matter…(after 15 years’ of marriage?…he..he ) Bottom line, I love the person whom both of them are. Maybe the 'give and take' makes things less frictional and makes everything balanced. That’s why they say marriage is made in heaven, because in true fact heaven is created by a blissful marriage. Am I making any sense? Or is it my maternal hormones talking?...

Anyway, I still say adulthood sucks. I wish I can be back in the 80s where everyday, life was a laid back, enjoyable, fun, exciting, interesting, carefree, stress free and heart warming event.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

A Burden that One Chooses is Not Felt

Hmmmm….with this bulging belly of mine and additional kilos slowly catching me up, I am more prone to be a couch potato these days. Luckily I have few projects to keep me busy.

First, the SPM’s trial exam is just round the corner and both my student and I are really nervous about it.

Next, since it is past mid of the year, the audit exercise for my clients had just began. So, I’m up to my elbows doing ‘spring cleaning’ with the files and documents before being sent to the ever so stern auditors.

And last but not least, the preparation for my hubby's nephew’s wedding. Since the school holiday is just a couple of weeks away, I am busy preparing/decorating the gifts from the groom for the bride. Since I was a young a girl, I love ‘busybodying’ when the adults starts this process; and over the years, I tend to pick up the skills. It’s actually the hidden creative side of me emerging each time there’s wedding bells to be rung. These are a few which I had done and I promise to post more of the gifts and the occasion once the ceremony is done on the 16th.







Since hubby is still in Lagos, my routine chores had doubled with regards to the boys. This includes screaming at the top of my lungs just to remind them to either put the dirty laundry in the washing machine, feed the cats or even do their homework. Gee…boys will always be boys.

All in all, I am still hanging on steady, for now….