The girls both came into our room by five this morning, so I went and slept on Destroyer’s bed. Somehow, even though we moved super sluggishly, I was out the door with La Serpiente by 8, which gave us ample time to take the bus to Tiong Bahru, feed her an entire pain au chocolat, and then amble to school. I even managed to find a hire bike and get myself on a train into the office, arriving promptly at just after nine. The day was going like clockwork.
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La Serpiente came into our bedroom at twenty past six, wanting to hug and lie on me. Instead, I bundled her into the running stroller along with some fruit, some cookies, a litre of water, a hardback book, two soft toys, a change of clothes for me and her booster seat, and headed off to the Parkrun. Which is about 10 km from our flat.
Continue reading “A long slow run”
Last night, after Destroyer screamed at me because I couldn’t find Chicka Chicka Boom Boom to read to her, I fell asleep on her bed. My wife came in after an hour and woke me, and I went into our room, lay on the bed and woke up at 9 this morning, wearing the clothes I’d put on yesterday. I guess a week of four hour sleeps every night has a way of catching up with you.
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Last night La Serpiente and Destroyer both woke up, about 2am, and I spent my night bustling between them and then sleeping on La Serpiente’s floor (Destroyer climbed in next to her mother, recognising weakness, and snuggled up to her). So when I woke at 7:15 this morning, I wasn’t exactly thrilled. Continue reading “Rough night, slow day”
La Serpiente greeted me at the door this evening, brandishing a pair of chopsticks that she’s learning to use. She had both a swimming lesson and a music lesson today, so by 6:30 she was brutally tired and manic, alternating bouts of weepiness with demands that we sat with her and read her a book about guinea pigs. Then she cried a bit, and sat at her table singing Japanese songs. As I remarked to my wife, her Japanese singing might seem impressive for an almost-four year old, but it looked like she was reading the words. (Disengage sarcasm now…) Continue reading “Chopsticks, a whole lot of yelling, and bed rest”
Two of our best friends in Singapore are moving to Hong Kong, and they have a lot of booze to get rid of, so this evening we went over the road to their flat for dinner.
In some parallel universe where we had a babysitter, that is.
Continue reading “Stuck between stations”
This morning I related my conversation from yesterday to a colleague. “Well, you don’t have any EQ” she said.
I had the last laugh, because only people who don’t have any EQ would be confident in making bold statements about other people lacking EQ.
Oh, hang on. That’s not right…
Continue reading “Almost time for launch”