Thursday
Jul262012

Balance

Day three of Maisie's good mood. I'm feeling very blessed.

Now I can turn my mind to more important things like wondering what my weight is doing. 

The food here is pretty damn fantastic. I mean - YUMMY! I try to mostly eat Asian so that means noodles and rice. I have no idea how to count the calories because I don't even recognize half the ingredients. 

On the other hand, I walk ALL day and swim most afternoons - though not lap-swimming - just chase the kids around the pool swimming. Also, don't you think maybe combatting the heat is using energy some how? Surely... 

Of course, heat always makes you feel fat. My brother says, "Every day is a hot day if you're fat." Well, here every day is hot even if you're Karen Carpenter-thin.

Yup, the heat is still here - worse than ever. I'm seriously considering buying gel pads for my bra. You know the ones? Nursing moms wear them inside their bras when they're trying to give up breastfeeding? I've decided maybe that's the best way to combat the heat, is to chill my boobs. I wonder if I could patent that idea and sell it to Victoria's Secret. There are lots of hot places on the planet and people without cars. Wheels are a turning...

These past two weeks have just about cured me of wanting to live smack dab in the middle of NYC with two toddlers, something I'd always longed to do. Man, city living is far harder than living as a childless couple. Everything is a challenge when you have a stroller attached to your hip. AArgh.

The kids and I went to Killiney Curry Puff around the corner. I had some sort of noodle dish, but the kids had a chicken puff which is like a chicken pot pie in a moon-shaped pie form. Yum! Then, I decided to visit Tom's office with the kids since Maisie was in such a good mood. For Tom, he walks a few minutes (more like gimps since his OTHER achilles is sore! Terror!), rides the subway three stops, gets out and walks two mnutes to his building. 

With a stroller? Lordy... FINDING the lift was a challenge. Then negotiating the whole lunch-time crowd with a stroller was a royal pain. Let's face it: working areas of town are never really child-friendly. They're not meant for children. 

It's been a long time since I've been in a high-rise office and I felt like a shabby mommy instead of the high-powered worker I once was. Sniff sniff. Tom works in Ocean Financial Center not far from the Raffles Hotel. His office is on the 40th floor. He works in a tiny, windowless box. Too bad because the building is across from the bay and WOULD have an amazing view of the Marina Bay Sands hotel  and the science center.

 

Worn out, we grabbed a cab home when I finally figured out where to get one. He totally misunderstood me and took me FAR from home so for free, he took me home. Oh well, I got to see more of the island. Yesterday? My cab driver on the way home broke down. He hopped out and flagged down another one right away. Folks are always nice here - even in bad circumstances. Have I mentioned there are guides in the subways? Nice people in uniform to help you figure it out!? HOLY COW!

Like most days, we wrapped up with a swim. Both kids are swimming with a float belt around their waist and want no help at all. Amazing! There are only a couple of kids at the pool because everybody is away for the school break - like really away - US, Australia, Europe - for a month or two. Oh well, there will still be swimming in the Fall since the weather is about the same.

Oh - want to know what cracks me up? There is some "Fall Repair" shampoo in the stores. Fall? What the heck? It's ALWAYS summer here if you ask me. Maybe that explains why some people are in Fall-ish clothes! And babies are bundled up. Ay yi yi. Just thinking about it makes me sweat even more.


 

 

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