It’s with much relief that the 7th lunar month is officially over. This has been a dreadful month and everyday was an uphill struggle for me. Weekends have never been worst.

So even though I don’t fancy mooncakes that much, I really welcome the 8th lunar month. Strangely, I didn’t see any mooncake fairs at the places I shop until today. Anyway, I ended up getting mooncakes from Bengawan Solo for my mum. Although theirs aren’t fanciful, the standard is fine by me. And it’s not like I have the mood to go around mooncake shopping anyway.

Let’s hope I can survive well and look as good as these mooncakes by the end of the month.

On a daily basis, I hardly step into the kitchen. Even my son knows it. So he was very curious when he saw me busy cutting up some fresh vegetables. He thought I was going to cook them. Well, they’re ingredients in some recipes alright, but they were hardly for cooking!

See, I have this sudden interest in DIY beauty recipes and these are ingredients for my skin. Only that he did not know.

So when he saw me bringing these to the bathroom, he was appalled! He started questioning me why I was putting food in the bathroom. Didn’t I know they don’t belong in there and they could become contaminated?

“DON’T EAT GARBAGE!” he warned me sternly.

I ignored him and shut the door to do my stuff. When I emerged, he was checking up on me again.

“YOU ATE ALL THE FOOD?”

I laughed and finally explained to him that I’ve used them on my skin.

“WHAT? WHERE GOT PEOPLE PUT FOOD ON THE SKIN? LATER GOT ANTS YOU KNOW.”

*sigh* Looks like I better indulge in my new beauty regime in secrecy.

I was very surprised to learn from one of my colleagues that those diagnosed in the spectrum would not have to undergo National Service. “How can they handle the gun properly?” I verified with his psychologist and it appears to be true although she thinks that there is a high chance to take him off the label in two or three years’ time.

So we’re prepping him up for the task meantime and he’s happily gunning for it too.

Over tea with a colleague last week, I noticed she was full of disdain for her husband. No, their relationship is not on the rocks but it was obvious she was annoyed with him from the way she expressed her harsh opinions. I guess this is pretty common as I’ve often come across negative comments about spouses from bloggers too. But I did wonder. How far would we go to badmouth our other half?

I asked my husband if he has badmouthed me in front of his friends. And his answer? “Of course lah!” I appreciate his honesty but was unhappy that I was bad enough for him to tell his friends. It seems he has been telling his friends the same story about my poor sense of direction, often relating the incident where I got lost while picking him up and how he has to come in a taxi to pick me up from Ramsgate.

Okay, that was a bit of a joke and I don’t really consider that badmouthing. So it looks like I’m not that bad as a wife. That or maybe he isn’t telling me the truth. Then again, I don’t badmouth him either. HUR HUR HUR.

I’m trying to be more diligent to prepare the boy for P1 in 2010. I have in mind to sign him up for more enrichment courses next year. He needs more help in Math and his second language! In fact, I have also been telling my husband that we have to make new plans for next year for the sake of the boy. In the meantime, I still haven’t sent MOE the request for deferment. I also don’t know if I should let him repeat his K2 at the same kindy. Plus I’m still concerned about his social skills, worried that he would grow up to be like some of the P5 boys I’ve interacted with. And I don’t want him to spend so much time on the computer or his PSP but I don’t want to deprive him of having his share of fun either.

One child and I’m running in circles over his education and getting paranoid about his personal development. We even have arguments over remote possibilities of putting him in an integrated childcare program. And I’m constantly guilty for not spending enough time with him. Even getting irritated because of his incessant demands to read him books on volcanoes or print him more maze worksheets.

Great, give me the monetary incentives to have number 2. But where do I get the energy to run around in more circles?