7 weeks is over. 49 days’ gone just like that.
I’ve been busy, in a good way and I’m genuinely happy and contented with everything.
I took this picture on one of the Sundays that I was free from events. This is where Ahgong usually sits and that’s the wall that’s filled with photo frames which is also known as the Wall of Fame.
2:56 AM //
my silly darlings <3
Being sick the past week isn’t a bad thing afterall since I was spending all my time at home and so I had a pretty awesome time with this black fellow. He’s one funny boy, no more a baby though :(
In fact, the sofa has become his territory. Afternoon naps are now on the sofa and no longer on his pee-tray where he used to sleep there.
And I guess I can say I’m a proud mama because I’ve more or less understood what he wants with his actions. When he’s staring at his fencing, that would mean that he wanna pee or poop. When he’s jumping on you repeatedly, that would mean he wants you to carry him.
Oh yes! I love it when my helper asks me “What does Ben Ben want?” and I can proudly answer her and I’m right most of the time actually.
I remember how flustered I was when Ben entered my life when he was a month old or more. I prepared myself by reading up on how to care for puppies and so on. I thought I was prepared. I really thought I was. But the sad truth was, applying what I had learnt and understood is a totally different ball game.
I do miss his puppy days because I could cuddle him all day but no, I do not miss him crying through the night or feeding him milk every six hourly and then worrying if he had sufficient milk. He’s really a b a b y.
He’s indeed a big boy now! And he doesn’t hesitate to throw tantrums by running around hysterically or barking when he’s ignored which is his way of expressing his displeasure.
All in all, I’m really blessed to have him, my little black ball.
10:44 PM //
So many more reasons to hate school.
Everything’s so screwed up and I’m totally lost.
I’m just so f r u s t r a t e d.
Let go of the things that can no longer be fixed. If you force to try to put them back, things will only get worse. Holding on is being brave, but sometimes moving on makes you even tougher.