After my weekly massage today (I am showing off because I really recommend that you have it too if you value your health and I cannot stress this enough), I braved it alone with T2 to BSC for a rollerblading playdate for the sake of Tee, who really misses her friends who have left for International School. Thankfully, a friend had kindly offered to transport Tee from school to BSC because not only would I have been late in picking her up, my car would have exploded in the BSC parking lot.

It is always an unpredictable mad rush when I go out with T2 by myself because I would have to get dressed, get her dressed, pack her bag, ensure my essentials are in her bag, make sure I don’t leave the house with my boob hanging out and ensure I look decent enough to avoid terrifying the general public. Of course, when I’ve completed the above tasks in record time, T2, the little bugger would either A: have a big poo, or B: want the breast for a feed, both of which takes at minimum an additional 15 minutes. If it was a marathon poo (meaning I’ve changed her and then she poos again, repeat a few times) add another 15 minutes. That is the absolute joy of having a baby.

Not wanting to be late (which is quite stupid really, as society should just be taught that anyone with a baby, WILL BE LATE), I decided to rush out without giving T2 any attention, after all BSC was only a 5 minute drive. She cried ALL THE WAY. There I was, my right hand on the steering wheel (thank God, I drive an automatic), my left hand performing simple harmonic motion with a noisy bell baby toy trying to drown the cries, and my brain on fire. And despite me reminding myself every single day to bring a bottle of water everywhere I go because I am a breastfeeding Mom and breastfeeding Moms require gallons of water, I did not have a single drop of water on me to put out the fire in my brain. How clever.

I also had plans to park right in front of the escalator entrance, deemed the safest parking area in BSC with the car park management office right outside, so drove round and round in circles searching for a spot. However, the cries got louder and louder and the fire in my head got bigger and bigger till I stopped the car beside the parked cars and stuffed a boob into T2’s mouth. I then collected milk from the other boob with a cup and poured it over my head and suddenly all was well again. If only I’d thought of that earlier! So within 15 minutes, I had pacified a wailing baby, put out a blazing fire and looked every Bangladeshi construction worker in the eye when they passed by the car several times over. Thankfully, Tee wasn’t with me because she would have added fuel to fire and the car really would have exploded. Not kidding.

Tee rollerblading with Boyfriend #1

It was also my first day out using the heavy, bulky Peg Perego stroller for T2 but she was an absolute angel for several hours after our parking lot boob session. Such is the power of having breasts.

Go boobies!!!

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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.

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