No, I’m not seeking professional help of any kind.
My blog is my therapy. I was reminded of this when I was inspired and encouraged by my dear friend and mentor (I’m declaring her mine, hands off), Alexandra of Good Day, Regular People to write a therapy post like hers, after I bitched and moaned on Twitter about what a hard time I’ve been having.
So here goes.
It would be nice if the toddler didn’t go ‘Oy’ when he wants my attention. I know he can say Mama, so why doesn’t he?
It would be even nicer if he didn’t shout ‘Oy’ when he doesn’t get my attention quick enough.
It would be terrific if he could sit down and play quietly for more than 2 minutes at a time.
It would be even better if he didn’t freak out every time he doesn’t have me in his view every single second.
It would be pleasant if he could properly express his frustration instead of throwing shit around.
It would please me to no end if he didn’t try to smack me in the face because he’s frustrated.
It would be awesome if he slept past 5.30 AM every day.
It would be even more awesome if he slept until 7.00 AM, at least on weekends.
It would be a relief if he can understand when I try to tell him about his soon-to-come sibling.
It would be imperative for him to understand he cannot smack Mama on the belly, or try sit on me.
It would be awfully super if my husband could wake up with the toddler just once a week and entertain him for 2 hours while I slept in.
It would be fantastic if the husband wasn’t going away on a business trip for 5 days next week, leaving me alone to parent a now-difficult toddler.
It would be even more fantastic if the husband didn’t think it was a good idea for him to leave for another 3 days immediately after his business trip, to go off road riding, leaving me again to parent the toddler alone.
It would be great if my neighbors did not throw their rubbish OUTSIDE of the bin, and make me walk around their crap to throw mine away.
It would be fabulous if my neighbors did not think it was a good idea for their young kids to play outside their apartment, along the shared corridors of our building. I do not enjoy the screaming of other people’s children right outside my door.
It would make my life much easier if Malaysian drivers weren’t so crap and so obsessed with their cellphones, while driving.
It would cheer me up to no end if people didn’t write stupid, whiny Facebook status updates. Start a blog instead, why don’t you?
Thank you for listening, I feel much better now.
Linking with lovelinks #35.
I created a fun poll for guessing whether Scrumplet will be a boy or a girl! Results to be revealed on Monday – come play now on my Facebook page! (you have to ‘like’ the page first though hehe)