Instead of spending 90min idling in the park, I decided to sign up for the roller skating class. I had not thought much about it until another friend said she was learning with her son.
Hence, I ended up getting my rollerblades and guards from the same shop too. Previously, when I purchased online, I ‘chanced’ upon a discount code as I was switching the browser. I cleared cache and the same discount code popped up too. It was a $5 code.
Discount code: BNAG10
While $5 did not seem much, the blades were already discounted, so it was an additional $5.
Since it was purely recreational and I only needed a basic pair of skates, the instructor recommended a few women’s skates and some kids’ skates. Based on the existing inventory, Z selected this for me.
Rollerblade Spitfire SL G, $201.10 (SRP $229)
I knew it looked too cute and sweet but well…
Anyway, Z said he picked this for me because the rest were K2 (the brand) and other people might think I was trying to be a K2 (preschooler).
Here was to more skating for Z & I, especially after hearing that 1 hour of skating equated to almost burning 600 calories and it was a low impact cardio sport.
It was such a terrific promotion and the kiwis were so sweet that I bought 3 boxes. The usual pack cost $6.95 for 4. This was $9.90 for 8 and came with a free container which I thought was fabulous for storing food neatly in the fridge.
These few months were really awesome with the season of sweet blueberries, kiwis and my all-time favorite New Zealand Fuji apples.
It described the scenario not of star crossed lovers but a parenting situation whereby X was starting on terrible twos syndrome and going through HFMD.
It had descended earlier than it was during Z’s time. I suspected that it was the second child syndrome where early exposure led to more advanced development.
The slightest deviation from his expectations would lead to the biggest tantrums on hourly basis. A full blown tantrum involved continuous loud crying and rolling on the floor at the same time.
Not only X wanted his way, he was non-negotiable and he was fickle-minded!
During the hfmd period, he kept asking to eat an item and only to spit out or reject. When he spat out food, there was cleaning and disinfecting work to do.
He also insisted on self-feeding and would rather reject the food if we insisted on feeding him. Given how little he was eating, I had to oblige and had more cleaning/disinfecting work to do.
It was really one of the most lethal combinations.
It had been a long while since I tracked back and thought the past week’s entries bordered upon disorganization and randomness.
The fact was they were written in broken periods and small pockets of free time.
The weekends had been busy, a mad flurry of parties, outings and activities.
Our social calendar was so packed that we had to map our appointments carefully to avoid double booking. It was also during this period that X fell sick to a second round of hfmd.
At this juncture (belated and probably recovered by the time the post went out), I felt really sad about the level of pain X had to go through. I saw the cluster of ulcers in his throat. The previous hfmd strain that he contracted featured some ugly red spots but there was no ulcer. That had been a pain free process for him and my only guilt was that I was not able to take leave to look after him then.
This round, I had to count my blessings that I was able to take some leave days to babysit him. However, it pained me to see him asking for food and spitting out from the sheer pain of it.
We might have been too liberal in letting him join the activities with the older kids and exposed him to more risks. At the same time, we might have been too lax and tardy in giving him tonics and supplements.
I felt really bad that we had been an indirect cause of his plight and we could do little to alleviate his pains.
A day before Chinese New Year, I had to land myself with food poisoning, flu and blocked ducts. Not exactly the best combination, I would take it in stride and recognize it as the perfect reason why I should not be overeating this festive season.
I should also count myself lucky that I managed to get a cabbage before the markets were closed for the festival.
I was also lucky to have a good stash of medication at home, thanks to Mr H’s overzealous preparedness.
In any case, this 24 hours might prove to be crucial as to how I would fit in the cheongsam.
Glad my sense of dry humour was still intact despite a dripping wet nose.
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