3 hours off!

I got me a much-needed haircut, and had dinner at the Orange. A very simple meal, all on my own, yet it was so enjoyable. Perhaps it was because I did not have to hold a baby in one hand while maneuvering a spoonful of food hopefully and artfully towards my mouth. Perhaps it was because I did not have to gulp down my meal, while looking out for the first signs of her restlessness/ hunger/ discomfort.
As I strolled back home, I found myself itching to call and check on Glory. “She’ll be fine,” I told myself, “Trust munch.”
So to make sure I don’t accidentally call/ sms, I zipped my phone into my purse (but not before checking to see if I have missed any urgent calls for help)
As I walked past Watson’s, I found myself looking for baby sunblock.
Uh- oh. Symptoms showing again. (Munch noticed I have a new disease- I ALWAYS walk to the baby product aisle and stare at all things baby, even if there is nothing I need to buy. Even if I’d JUST stared at the same shelf the day before. Same with all Mothercare/ Kiddy Palace/ Pumpkin Patch etc stores.)
So I decided I was not in a fit state of mind to walk into NTUC.

The sad truth is, I have transformed into your typical messy-frumpy mummy. The hairstylist was appalled at the state of my hair. “Wah, how can you stand it?” she asked. “I just wash and tie it up once it dries, I won’t notice anything.” I explained. I’m sure everyone in the salon must have smirked at this shabby ah-soh. Haiz… to think that not so many years ago I used to go for hair treatments every 3 weeks.
And now, in addition to the scruffy hair, I’m constantly decked in the ubiquitous aunty outfit of loose t-shirt and comfy shorts – all the better to whip out a breast easily. Oh wait, did I say breast? I meant milk bottle.
This is bad, is bad, is bad.

I better shape up before my husband notices.

By the way, the emergency call has come. Baby and Hubby are on the way back. Which means I have probably 20 min to quickly make her purees!! (sweet potato and carrot next! Did I mention she loved broccoli? And hated apples? She actually gagged when she tried the apples! Weird.)

And that's my memoir of my 3 hours off!
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