I don’t know why I haven’t been blogging despite spending so much time at home. And despite spending so much time at home, I hardly felt I had any spare time. But I believe the crazy sleeping patterns are not helping much.

And of course, a surprise visit from the family means trying to breathe in all that tension, but who can resist the company of Minibean?

Only downside is I have to hide my camera, phone and any other gadgets cos she simply refuses to leave them alone, and she simply refuses to return them to me.

The monthly bleeding process made me incredibly tired, grouchy and…. quiet.

So in brief, my past week has been…. tired, grouchy and quiet.

Sunday was an interesting day of extreme PMS-ing yet it was pretty much alkalined by Minibean’s presence.

I met up with the other group of girlies for lunch at Novena, before we walked over to Tan Tock Seng to visit a very unfortunate Sherry who broke her arm. Ouch, babe.

Despite her misfortune, she was still spontaneous enough for lotsa camwhoring.

I took a train home cos parents had to rush out at 5pm (well, they had a dinner and they didn’t think it was convenient to bring Minibean cos it would invite too much gossip -roll eyes-)before they dropped me off at the MRT station, where I took an equally long ride down to Dhoby Ghaut(I am now officially in the demographic of people which people offer seats to!) while trying to make sure Minibean had her hands off the smelly recruits in the train. She was either trying to kick them by swinging her legs, or just grabbing their bulky… backpacks.

And…………….. at the mall, I let her walked around by herself while she was on a leash that Auntie FF bought her, and she established the first milestone of her life.

SHE WAS BEING HIT ON.  At age 1.

By a boy at age 4, who charmed us. Donavan Lee, we remember you!

And speed-dating takes on a whole new meaning when their short rendevous ended with a hug and Minibean scurrying away.

All of us left for Auntie FF’s place again for some mahjong action and it was…. such a slow night. When it all ended, I dropped Minibean off at home for her bedtime, and headed out for supper with Uncle Keith and Uncle Jeremy at Upper Bukit Timah.

Al Almeen, the place that holds so much of past memories, eh?

Uncle Jeremy sent me home, but we ended up chatting the night away. Thanks dear, it was a pleasure, and sorry I didn’t say thank you for holding the door for me hahaha!

And yes, on Monday was just dinner with the parents before they head back, and the discovery of how someone could be so mean and petty.

Spent Monday night in and doing some calling and planning before heading out to grab some food at the nearby coffee shop.

Was ready to head out on Tuesday evening when Thomas’ car broke down, and we changed our dinner/movies plans(Auntie FF and I had wanted to trick the rest to watch 27 dresses with us and we had made them believe we were to watch The Mist) to mahjong instead.

Sometimes if you think I have 1 baby, in actual fact, I might have…. more. Hahaha.

We went for supper and then we send Jeremy to the airport.

It is at the airport when I felt such a great desire to run away. You know it is depressing. I always feel like a pet at the cage’s door when I am at the airport.

Got home only at 7 plus on Wednesday morning, before I managed to sleep a little.

And then, I fell asleep at 9pm that night, only waking up at midnight.

So screwed.

I ended up heading out to Mustafa when SDB suggested a spontaneous trip at 2.30am. I hadn’t seen that man for 2 weeks, and it was pretty unexpected, honestly.

And I very intelligently left my wallet back at home.

We ended up sitting at the playground chilling and chatting the night away. It was very nice actually if I didn’t climb the steps too fast and ended up with a sore knee.

It was barely half an hour into my sleep when I was awoken by the familiar chatters out there.

Parents were back and they had another dinner to attend which meant they had to be out at 2 plus in the afternoon. As like before, it was ‘inconvenience’ for them to bring baby, so.. yeap.

I lulled her to sleep at 10 plus in the morning, where I tried to catch a small nap, before waking up an hour or two later with her smiling at me.

Took another nap with her at 3 plus till 6 plus before she woke up for milk.

We stayed in bed and just… had some quality bonding time before parents came back at 12.30am.

I was almost dozing off, until an impromptu invitation to go ‘topless’ brought me to East Coast at 4am.

A nice ride later, I was back home and had the much needed rest I needed.

Now, let me greet my sweet little one before I have to rush out for a meeting.

Is it really like Friday already?