The Life of a PseudoSingleMom

After packing our lives from Kuching and settling down in Peninsula, I realise the big difference of my no-kids life and stuck-with-kids life. 

Here are the major difference in the my schedule of a day-to-day routine:

The Good Old Days

I penned this down after I got dropped off by a very good old friend of mine, removed my makeup, cleansed my face (aesthetic doctors forbid sleeping with makeup on at this age) followed by a quick cold shower. 

I just got back from an awesome Japanese restaurant, Uroko Yakitori Sushi in Petaling Jaya (where  the fish was fresh, the service was good -waitress kept refilling my iced green tea, 

Welcome Aboard!!! Adam First Birthday..

A year ago, I remembered I was pacing along the corridor of the labour ward, waiting for a colleague to come after rounds to help scan me. I was 38weeks pregnant at that time. I was embracing myself to being induced that day. Minus the excruciating details of my abit- staged screams *ahem*,  a final whimper followed by a relieving push, before I heard him. His first cry... There he was, my Adam. My loud-and- strong Adam, screamed of what-the-hell-took-you-so-long, filled the labour ward and thus signalling the start of me being a mother of two *sniffles*.