Potty Training - survivor's guide

What a stressful week it has been. Excited about the prospect of sending Adam to a playgroup next month, I'm giving him the crash course on potty training. To add more spice into the stress soup, Z is making me responsible of his tax matters, due end of the week! Great...just great..ho hum!

To be fair, Adam is a fast learner. He relishes the colourful printed pants he is wearing now. "You tell mummy when you wanna go to toilet ok?" He would run around and nod his head at that. The first two days was ok, no accidents. But you just know it was coming when you've had it so good right..it's okay, it was expected..in fact I read that it can take months before it becomes accident-free. Now it has come to the fourth day, my exzema is playing up a bit due to the increased contact with water. Told Adam, this morning you just have to wear diapers for a few hours ok...he wailed!! He wants his pants, his trips to the toilet...waaaaaa!

I'm saving the environment, no more disposable diapers for Adam..
Ok, maybe just for going out and at night when he sleeps
He's going to the playgroup, meeting new friends
Gonna have free mornings all by myself
Something I'm looking forward to
So stick to the plan now T
Give Adam his potty
Let him be
Happy

The one with the OVEN

CC note: Picture above is credited to Nannydaddy@flickr. Thank you! It resembles my kitchen, white with stainless steel oven but I would love to have that floor!

Early this year, I was so excited to get the keys to the new house. No more broken down lifts, no more inconsiderate neighbour, no more noisy bikes racing illegally in the wee hours of the day...no more, enough is enough!

What I did not bargained for was the stress that comes with this Big Move. Sure, I have moved places before, but it was different this time...so much more stuff, a little man and a hubby. To add salt to wound, I keep on getting leg cramps, painful knees and the inevitable eczema flare up. Man! I wish Potter's magic wand is around..hmmm..

Weekend got off to a promising start, got things ready for the lunch do at the new house..MIL wants to test the oven, bless! Then, I turned on the tap and there was no blinking water. Yikes! The fish needs to be cleaned first...luckily another tap in the powder area is ok. MIL is a fast worker, she prepared all the ingredients for the lunch and I will cook it. When I saw the fish and chicken without any extra colour, I was a bit puzzled but I told myself not to offend her after all the effort she has put in. Confident that "it would be allright on the night", I put them in the oven and wait for it to work some magic!

Twenty mins went by, I thought the oven was still cold. There was no change in colour on the fish and chicken. I did not use the timer function as I set the time on my phone. Checked the temperature, ok. The programme setting is also ok, I saw the red light on. But wait a second, shouldn't the temperature light be on as well? Where's that manual...turned out I did not SWITCH ON the oven afterall...hahahha! The light I saw was a reflection of the sunny ray from outside to the gleaming new oven! To start the oven, the timer must be set as well or I should turn the knob to a certain icon :) Oooo ..I felt so angry with myself for not reading the manual first..am beginning to feel so undomestic despite giving up full time job over 3 years now!

True enough, i became the talk of the day. Hubby cannot contain his glee and relate the "incident" to SIL, much to her chagrin. She used the oven regularly you see..baking cakes and what nots. Luckily the fish turned out allright, could have been better I know but no one's eating my version of sushi..it is cooked allright . Thanks to the "recommended time setting" for cooking fish as detailed in the oven's user's manual. Phewww..

Friend in Need indeed???

To help or not to help, I'm in a dilemma. This ex-schoolmate M, whom I have hardly any contact since aeons ago suddenly text me for help last week. Turned out she is in L, with no place to stay and suddenly remembered that yours truly have friends there.

What made it creepy was the way she chose her words..she claimed that she sent me a text earlier and I must have missed it, but she still need my contacts...aahh! Unless my reliable Nokia has gone bonkers or my service provider is risking their business by not delivering her said text, I did NOT get an earlier text from her! It's just a ploy to get me feel "sorry for missing a call for help" and now help me..help me eventhough you have only met me once in the last 15 years! Help me because you've told fancy stories of your time here with your wonderful friends.. help me, because you can.

I laid low, partly because my prepaid credit is nearly zilch and my instinct is telling me this is not right. Something about this call for help is bugging me. Unfortunately, the strings of my heart are pulled and I thought ok, let's help her find lodging at least.

Several emails to my trusted friends and I managed to get lil N and possibly K to help M. So that's that then...noooooo!!! Another text from M today..and she pulled the same trick again...I must have missed your calls, please give me your contacts.. Groundhog Day all over again!!!! I thought, what happen to N and K? My guess is, they both called but M is afraid to answer all those calls coz she have not given her number to anybody else but moi ? Could it be that she miss those calls made by others but thought it was from me coz somewhere along the strange international mobile network, numbers calling from out of the country morphed to be from her local area??? Shucks! Why do I bother in the first place??

A friend told me, she can only take M in small doses..nice way of putting it. I'm going to bed and pretend this is just a bad dream. Good nite moon!