I know the grass is always greener but today, I had one of those days. Yes, THOSE days. You know, those days when you just want to scream out loud in an open stadium? Those days when you just want to smash everything breakable in sight? Those days when you just feel like eating the entire chocolate factory in Belgium? I had one of those.

I brought Tee and T2 to swim at our apartment’s pool, as promised (although after sleeping at 5am, I sure as hell didn’t feel like it) but this alone proved to be stressful. The reason I couldn’t bring our helper along is because she is so slow (by my standards, may I qualify) that she had to cook our lunch. We left at 11am to be back by noon or just after for lunch. When we got to the pool, I realised we’d forgotten to put some mosquito repellant on T2. I live beside a jungle. It didn’t take a blind man to see that the mozzies just swarmed around her new fresh blood. T2 has never been to our poolside. Never.

A hundred staircase steps later, we were back in the pool again. With mozzie repellant. It was hot. It was so hot, I was swimming in sweat. I was wetter than Tee! And she was the one who was swimming! T2 was in the Baby Bjorn (ERGO was in the car) looking out at her big sister get wet. Then Tee says she wants to go to the baby pool. So we packed our stuff and walked to the baby pool. Then she said she wanted to go back to the big pool. Off we went again. I needed to be close to her and needed to see her although on hindsight, what would I have done really, if she was drowning? Throw T2 into the pool to rescue her sister? Or dive in together with T2 and hope she remembers what it’s like inside the womb?

After 45 minutes, T2 started fussing so I tried feeding her, exposing my breast to more than a dozen apartment dwellers who looked down upon the pool. Great. She wouldn’t stop fussing, so after trying to placate her several times, I told Tee we had to go. She wasn’t happy, of course.

Came home and lunch wasn’t ready. Tee was starving as kids are after a swim. How much more of an hour does one need to cook fried rice? I even ordered her to start cooking immediately the moment we were going to leave. She had a whole hour. I can do fried rice in an hour. Can you? Let’s see, there were carrots, meat, onions, garlic, cabbage. Cutting them would have taken me half an hour. I just don’t get it.

What made me more mad was that T2 refused to sleep all day. From 10am till now, 6pm, she has been awake. Which means I can hardly do much. I’ve told my helper that she needed to regularly feed Tee a drink every hour. Or every other hour. Does it happen? NO! I have to keep coming out of my bedroom (as I’m trying to put T2 to sleep all day!) to check on Tee and every single time, she has not got a glass of water in front of her. If she doesn’t have water in front of her, how is she supposed to drink!?! AAARRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!

And then I have Tee who cannot stop talking all day and has the loudest voice on this planet! Thus every chance T2 has of remotely sleeping is washed down the toilet. What more, Tee HAS to come into the bedroom every now and then to check on our status. No matter how hard she tries to do the ballerina tippy-toe, it always comes out sounding like a rhino stomp. Such is my girl’s footsteps.

Then T2 wakes at 630pm and needs the breast again till 710pm. I am just going crazy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Who is Mamapumpkin?
Mamapumpkin spent 7 years in London committing crimes to gain her Bartlett degree in Architecture. She then spent 7 years as a Stay At Home Mom raising her children as documented in this blog of over 15 years thereafter returning to the Corporate World stronger than ever as the Country Director of a British Multinational. She sets out to prove to all, that you can have anything and everything that you want; if you have that fire of desire burning within and the drive to work hard. Even better with much love.

Mamapumpkin has not only grown corporate businesses successfully in the past but has grown not one but TWO network marketing businesses in the notorious MLM (Multi-Level Marketing) industry, achieving success in under 2 years. She believes in the MLM business model but realises the DRASTIC PITFALLS and great stigma attached to it, understanding EXACTLY WHY the majority would shy away (or RUN for their lives) from ANY MLM business. But open your eyes and take time to understand it intellectually, remove your hang-ups, confirm your research, and you may just want to seize an opportunity. She did. And no, she never went about chasing people for sales. She had a sophisticated system work for her through technology and a smartphone.

She now impacts lives authentically with proven strategies amassed through the last decade of her own transformation offering online coaching programmes and always supports the underprivileged. She believes that we can all have a life of our own desires to enable real contribution into the world. But first, one needs to understand what this all means.

A beautiful life without limits.

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Mamapumpkin is a living testimony that women really can have a lot. Being financially and time free has enabled her to travel the world anytime, anywhere, doing anything, and she spends most of her days with her children, having fun, and supporting others wherever she can. Also having fun.