Life’s been a little crazy around here lately. The new Ministry of Education site is due for launch very soon, so moving those huge cogs to fall into place is a full-time job and then some. On the home front, we’re busy preparing for the arrival of baby Caleb.
He’s called Caleb because Caleb was the first name to go on our list, and Anne refuses any other suggestion. So there Caleb, your sister’s stubborness named you.
All these million-and-one things to do makes me a little irritable as my brain constantly sorts out the next few moves. What to do, who to talk to, shelving aside good ideas that aren’t so urgent but mentally bookmarking them so I remember to revisit them. As the to-do list grows longer, I get snappier as I don’t have the luxury of sitting back and strategising. The never ending tirade of doing buffets me, wave after wave after wave.
Just realised that I typed “wave after wave after wave” with only my left hand. Do you do the same?
I digress.
Point is, just the other day Faith comes up to me with more baby stuff to do. The room needs cleaning, the cot needs assembling and many things need to be bought. At this time I’m completely drained, just hoping to have some time to chill but having to send yet another reminder email to the authorities to get back to me on the noise issue.
I add the tasks to my mental to-do list, and I murmur. Murmur as in the biblical sense of the word - the type of murmuring that caused God to open up the earth and swallow the Israelites whole. It was a disgruntledness. I became upset with Faith at every little thing.
I feared the revenge of my thyroid, but hormones weren’t solely to blame.
As I lay beside her in bed, she told me how immobile she felt at this late stage of her pregnancy. I apologised for not loving her the manner I ought. I had clean forgotten that she bore the weight of our second child alone. I told her that I felt she took me for granted, and that she’d get better results if she communicated that she needed my help, rather than dumping a list of to-dos. She’s always been the more practical of the two of us, and I the more emo.
We smiled, laughed and prayed. Reconciliation is such a blessing from God.
i was telling one of my colleagues that i plan to help babysit when i’m home, so hang in there for another 3 weeks! btw, have just survived another round of layoffs. :(
I thought you would name the boy Keith. Caleb’s a nice name too.
Take care, Ching Han. This is a stressful period, and praying with you to know how best to juggle it all… to take it one day at a time, and hopefully it can also be one thing at a time but multitasking probably works better. Try to delegate what you can at work, and maybe just get the absolutely must-do stuff for baby done first (and the rest can wait a bit).
Also, happy belated birthday to Faith! (I marked it out on my calendar, remembered it before the day itself came, but somehow it had slipped by)!
Our love always to you, Faith, Anne, and so excited and can’t wait to meet Caleb! Hugs
Wow, amazing Yv. You remember. :) Keith would have been my first choice, after Keith Green. But names like Keith and Seth are difficult to pronounce and likely to be mangled in Singapore.
This post is “Classic Lucian”.
Oh… wave after wave after wave… i had to use my right hand to hit spacebar and the backspace key (cos kept getting typos!)
wave after wave after wave! (left hand only) :p
so excited! when’s the estimated arrival date?