My 3 days off. Aneka aktiviti dalam cuti.

Since Mr Husband and his family is away for umrah – the sole responsibility of caring for the kids rest on my shoulders. With a bit of auxiliary help from other members of the family. I was prepared and in fact, have put aside a considerable number of days for me to take leave for this matter. However, due to work constraints.. only 3 days were approved.

My main reason for taking leave was so that I could pick up my firstborn Ee from school on time and usher him to his school activities promptly. I’d feel worried if he had to stay within the school compound longer than he should. Otherwise, most of the hours I am pretty much a free bird as Baby Ninie is in daycare. I tried to negotiate my hours with my boss instead of taking leave , which in my opinion does not affect the clinics daily service – but I got a look and a sigh in return. so takpelah….Minci does not beg. Or take EL. I just feel that if you are in a position to help – please do so within your capacity. I saw a way to go around the problem but my solution was not accepted. Perhaps there are hidden things I have yet to know. My youngest brother thankfully will come over to help out next soon. Alhamdulilah walaupun lunch call hours rasa mcm dah burn.

Anyway – I reaped the benefits of my 3 day leave to the max. For myself – I got my hair done after having a Mak Limah balik kampung fashion for almost 2 years, watched a movie and shopped for new tudungs. I wished to get a full body massage but the parlours I surveyed opened quite late and I would have to rush to pick up my son. So, maybe next time – an afternoon session on days Ee does not have religious school.

My Hair Do

I chose a salon nearby called Heritage Hair Salon for my hair treatment using an Indonesian product range called MAKARIZO (green tea & butter). Having experienced quite a few other salons in Kuching and Selangor – this place would fall under the budget category with perhaps a rating of 5 stars out of 10. The hospitality (meaning the chatters and advice) is wonderful but there are a few aspects which could be nicer, I think.

I go to the salon for various reasons. Apart from the obvious of getting your hair managed, I choose to go to a shop to have my hair shampooed is because I want to enjoy the head and shoulder massage and read the many magazines they have! The ones that you wouldn’t really want to buy for yourself but love to read all the same. Heritage lacked that factor a bit.

My best head and shoulder massage was from a salon in Kuching. Can’t remember its name because I went there during my zaman jahiliah times.. but it was at The Spring. I had my hair cut into a pixie, bleached and got the best massage ever from a chinese, male hairstylist. I was treated like a princess, OK. Aduh.. pastinya pengalaman itu tidak akan berulang. Astarghfirullah. 😛 I think I went to Bali after that with my girlfriends.

MOVIE – BLACK PANTHER

This is one of the reasons why I never take Mr Husbands, or any other peoples reviews seriously. He said it was a boring movie. Ee and I on the other hand, enjoyed it a lot. I love how Wakanda’s women are so empowered and that sibling relationship goals are so cute.

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I went for the early bird showtime at Melaka Mall. I swear the workers there was amused that someone would actually watch a 10AM movie but that’s because they don’t have the vision of their bosses. These hours are meant for mothers like myself who steals time for a movie before they go about picking up their kids from school. I was literally standing in line for the counter to open. LOL. of course I took the time to explain to the popcorn girl that I need to fetch my kids. Just so when they talk about me during their break, this girl would enlighten them of my duties. Nanti korang jadi mak.. korang taulah ye.. nak cukur bulu kaki pun tk sempat kekadang. 

Other than my #selfreward activities, I also did the house chores and attempted to do some meal prep to lessen my cooking times. Hopefully it helps. LOL.

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I managed to also bring Ee to The Shores Oceanerium but that is another blogpost. It was a 3 day holiday well spent. I will remember to put aside some time for myself again in the future. Maybe with my girlfriends next time, InsyaAllah.

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My Klinik Kesihatan Chapter. Starts right now.

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After 6 years serving as a Medical Officer in Jasin Hospital, it was finally time to bid au revoir. I wish I could thank and apologize to more people during my mini farewell party but … well, maybe next time. Honestly speaking, my stint there was one of the best parts of my life. In short, I was H.A.P.P.Y to be myself. To act like myself and not how another person think I should. Macam dewasa but still boleh cute2 walaupun dah berumo. Not all people can accept behaviour like that tau. Someone once told me I should act my age, meaning like in my 30s. Or was it late 20s. I was a bit taken aback at the time because I thought it was OK to ‘be yourself’ and let yourself loose among friends while still maintaining your professionalism in front of patients but apparently not.. Tak ingat plak beruk mana yg tegur I tuh.  Camtuhlah.. I don’t know if an opportunity like that will ever come again. (of course it will, LOL)

5th FEBRUARY 2018 – I had to start all over again. Creating good first impressions despite the false circulating rumours ( why lah.. belum sempat menapak kat tempat parking pun.. dah kuar cerita2 tak best) about the choice of my placement and its inevitable circumstances. I managed to clear the air when I found out about it but still, the truth may not reach everyone, kan? Forging new relationships was OK. It may be difficult to weave seamlessly into a clique but I will take ‘friendly’ anytime. I will work on Trust later on.

Klinik Kesihatan or ‘general practice’ was not my forte but I am open to new experiences and responsibilities. On top of Sabar, I believe that if we set our intentions right, together with diligence, things will work out in the end. *more on that Sabar thing later*. After all, I will be shifting grades soon and this would mean me having to shoulder heavier responsibilities whether I am ready or not. I am still figuring things out. It’s not only about knowing the diseases and workflow related to GP practice, it’s also about being alert about the politics of the place. To survive.

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That is my car. It looks like a kitchen and office combined. The mess kind of reflects my state of mind at the moment. Yalah.. new baby, new job scope, new lifestyle… so many adapting to do. And in the near future, Mr Husband plak is going for Umrah with HIS FAMILY for 10 days leaving me to handle the 2 kids without my in laws this time. AND WITHOUT MY LEAVE APPROVED BY MY NEW BOSS. 

At first I was a bit furious with Mr Husband because of all dates – why does this Umrah trip have to happen during the month when I’m making all these transitions? Can it not wait till later? But after putting myself in everybody elses shoes especially Mr Husbands shoes (like I always do because I’m a tremendous, understanding wife like that).. I guess that would be most CONVENIENT for him as a Masters Student with limited holidays and annual leaves. So, I terpaksa REDHA. His nucleus family, the one that raised him for the past 30 plus years need him more there for the Umrah to be successful. INSYAALLAH. 

Consequently, I have to play my INDEPENDENT and ENERGETIC 24/7 card to juggle it all. Thankfully my new workplace is just 8 KM away from my house but the traffic can be ugly. I still need about 30 minutes to commute.  Takpe.. boleh breakfast dalam kereta. HAAHAHAHa. *positive vibes*

A tough beginning to a new chapter. I might as well make it interesting and worthwhile.

Husband went to Japan for 13 days and left me with the kids.

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In my HoboMinci

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Yup. He was 3,188 Miles away. I had to make it work. In fact, I was already planning on how to go about my daily activities a few weeks back. My main concern with Mr Husband being outstation was SECURITY for me and my kids.

My second concern was of how well I could perform my duties as a wife and mother to protect MY AMANAH. And this not only involves protecting the kids but also our home, his stuff and of course – MYSELF.

 

 

THINGS I DID FOR SECURITY

  1. KNOWING HIS WHEREABOUTS –  stalking my husband through Watsapp. I made sure I knew his flight details, his place of accommodation or person of contact during his stay in Japan. This part was kinda easy because Mr Husband likes to send a lot of photos and voice messages through Watsapp. Therefore, I had a rough idea of what he is up to there. I could also in turn update him regarding the happenings around the house (like our leaking water pipe in front of the house) and about our munchkins. It was also important for me to identify key people who could help troubleshoot my problems should I encounter any. These were my parents in law of course who stayed nearby.
  2. WENT GROCERY SHOPPING EARLY – I stocked up on non-perishable goods and big stuff like juice boxes and rice packs. And toiletries that may be on low supply for the next few days. Canned items. Ninie’s milk powder and baby wipes. Technically, things that require muscles to carry them because I do not want to burden myself to do all these things later with Baby Ninie in a carrier.
  3. SETTLE ERRANDS – for instance, opening up a bank account (Tabung Haji) for Ninie. Or fueling up the car.
  4. HANG MY LAUNDRY WITH INTENT TO SHOW OFF – meaning I hang up Mr Husbands clothes as well. His work shirts, his pants. I even put out his Size 9 shoes and slippers (or is it a 10?) outside the door. Just so potential burglars could think twice before attempting to break in.
  5. SLEEP IN ATTIRE READY FOR A FIGHT OR FLIGHT RESPONSE – full pants with my hijab nearby. Complete with bra. My car keys at hand, just in case I need to sound the alarm to scare away threats. Some says I’m paranoid. I call it being prepared.

THINGS I DID TO PROTECT MY AMANAH

  1. THE KIDS. Apart from ensuring the kids are safe at all times, I also have to make sure they are clean and well fed. It can be tricky with Ee hence the reason why I resorted to making Bento. Hoping to spur that appetite of his.
  2. THE HOME. I was tempted to just postpone laundry and cleaning till the days for him to come back draws near. However, a dirty abode will attract negative spirits and JINs, so I had to keep up with the cleaning. And I get to mop more frequently than ever.
  3. THE WIFE. Which means I had to protect myself from the seducing words of men.  kang tergoda. Not that I’m drop dead gorgeous but we never know with the works of Shaitan. Never ever allow a man to enter the home even if he is from the water company. Or Poslaju. For safety reasons too of course. In short, jaga kelakuan diri sendiri jugak. Jangan nakal. Dont install wechat no matter how lonely. huk huk.. 

Alhamdulilah. Nothing horrible happened during Mr Husbands absence. It was a bit exhausting though with the baby and from the adrenaline, as I was always in a Hyper Vigilant state. I was so glad when it was over. Takut weyyyyyy kalo ada anak. 

Mr Husband bought us souvenirs. I got 2 new Coach handbags, an Italian leather purse, cute socks and a Baby-G watch. With plenty of Meiji chocolates. Ee also received lots of goodies – Tamiya cars, Bento containers and swords. Ninie had pretty dresses!

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I have another stint of Mr Husband being absent again soon. He will be performing the umrah with his parents and sister. (my social support all going for umrah.. *cry blood). It will be more challenging afterwards because my leave was only granted for 3 days out of the 7 I applied for. Mana aku tak stressssssss. But I believe in miracles. I will find a solution to make it work. I always do.

Running Errands.. and that scary place for any child

I had a lot on my plate on that one particular day. My biological engine was practically already up and running by 430AM. And I’m still doing the 2 till 3 hours ‘patrol’ check around the house since baby is still waking up for her feeds at those intervals as well.

I made early breakfast for myself. Nothing fancy. Plain ol coffee and 2 slices of bread. Then, I prepared my son’s lunch for school (yesterdays leftover) and his breakfast. After my breakfast, I had my early shower because well.. once the baby is up.. there is no way you could take a dump. I try to be fully dressed by 6AM and have my Fajr prayer in peace.

Often, I am tempted to just wear my kaftan to send Ee to school but since I have a wild imagination like what if my car breaks down sorta thing – the last thing I wanna do is step outside the car, bra less in my sleepwear. So yeah..

After the school run, Ninie and I went home for a while so I could clean her a bit before we then again scooted off in our little car to the clinic. My Mantoux test for pre-placement Tuberculosis Screening was due. That itself took me about an hour.

Then, I had to bring her to this scary place. It is not the hospital. But it is crowded. In fact, a homicide took place here a few months ago – THE STATE CENTRAL BUS STATION. A place with people free to move in and out of the state or country is never a good place to bring your young kids especially when you don’t have backup. But I needed to go to this photo shop which could print my passport sized photos. So I had to be prepared. Some of the things I did;

  • park in the proper area. pay for the parking fee. do not be stingy like most people. HAHAHA. even if its only for a while. you can choose a spot near the entrance so you’d be less vulnerable to opportunistic criminals in the parking bay. plus, there’s security on guard.. just in case.
  • locate the photo shop I want to go. No unnecessary detour. take note of its opening time so I wouldn’t have to linger at the station for too long. Locate the police station within the premise as well. There’s always one.
  • choose to run errands on weekdays, if possible – if you have to do it alone. for easier movement as there are less people.
  • if you have to take a meal, choose a place where it’s comfortable and not that open. You want to protect yourself from the eyes of evil. I had to have brunch because even if the photo shop said it opened at 9AM and i was there by 930AM, it was only opened by after 10AM. I chose SUBWAY because apart from it having air conditioning, there were not a lot of customers and if, Allah forbid, someone tries to snatch the baby – he/she would have to make an effort to open the glass doors first.
  • Keep the baby close. Be weary of people getting too friendly. Cause sometimes they work in teams. One to distract, one to extract. Never leave the baby alone. While waiting in line at subway, a kind young man said I shouldn’t put the baby car seat on the floor because of health hazards. I understood his concern, expressed my sincere thank you (people still care, alhamdulilah) but kept my Ninie close anyway. There is no way I’m letting that person at the next table to help me ‘watch my baby’
  • As for myself – to dress practically. Mothers need to be ready to run fast and fight!

It went well and soon after it was already time to fetch my son from school.

Another solo run with the kids afterwards. Ee needed a bigger bag for his religious school. His ustazah was saying that there was no timetable and that they have to bring all their books to school. I can’t quite figure why  they can’t at least say ” for monday, please bring this book and this and this”. I don’t mind them not having a fixed schedule but at least a teaching plan for the coming week?

We ended the run at Aeon with Ee’s favourite meal – the Beef Gyudon at SUKIYA. Then, it was time to go home so he could finish all his homework. Phew.. it really is tough to do all this without an extra pair of hands and eyes. You really do need a village to raise a child.

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The Shopee Haul. Part uno.

Stress (disappointment) + Fatigue + IHaveMoneyInMyBankAccount ..

… led me to a shopping spree online last week. And now I have to pay the price to keep myself put at home waiting for my nonsense stuff to arrive. No jalan2 or poya2 merata-rata. Mesti tunggu posmen. Good thing though because it’s so challenging to bring Ninie. I don’t remember feeling very anxious bringing Ee out when he was a baby. In fact, I could easily drive back to Jenjarom with him strapped in the child carseat without an ounce of fear.

Perhaps it’s the world nowadays. Setan behind the mask of innocent looking faces. I wouldn’t even let a stranger makcik to hold NInie. Not even a short cuddle. To me, EVERYONE IS EVIL. EVERYONE WANTS SOMETHING FROM ME. Then there’s reckless drivers on the road. Insane, young,hormonal driven adults in the malls.  Ohgosh.. I’m a paranoid mom. AM I?

Back to my haul. Initially I had NINE parcels to wait on. I had to cancel one as per requested by the seller because she has an emergency at her kampung and she couldn’t deliver the items. my guess is – the item is out of stock. Tapi takpelah.. got refund. but I really wanted that washing machine rack. it would look neat in the kitchen.

Most of my items are planner related stuff.

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Then, there’s MISSHA. I had to get my foundation from Shopee because Hermo was selling it at a retail price of RM79. I  have paid for it cheaper…so hell no am I going to fork out that much money. This is my 5th year using MISSHA and did I tell you it’s TIME REVOLUTION ESSENCE is the bomb?  It cost less than SKII and I think it does an equally good job. I glow without makeup. And I look like I had a shower too. Good for early morning school runs. thank god for wearing a hijab as well. Takdelah mcm hantu mak limah sgt..

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And of course I need to buy a white elephant item like a cereal dispenser which was not practical in this country. First, it is not airtight. Secondly, ants always finds a way to share your cereals. And now I have to find a place  to hide it from my husband before he comes back from his Sakura Science Programme in Japan. The ants had a buffet with my healthy cereals. Huhu.

I still have 5 more parcels on the way. And that is part Deux.