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He dives, I shop

Sep 3rd, 2010
by soph.
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The husband has been away for the last six days, scuba diving in Bali with J, another friend and a group of others. Some people are surprised that I let him go, which in turn surprises me, because I would never forbid him from going (yes, I’m one of those “I want you to want it” girls). It’s not in my nature.

What is in my nature is feeling a teensy bit peeved that not only is he going to Bali, which I’ve never been, he’s also going on the longest dive trip he/we have ever taken. And he saw manta rays and a mola-mola, which I’ve never seen and am quite jealous about, although I’m also glad because it would have been sad to go all that way and not find what they were looking for.

That explains why I’ve been sleeping alone (see previous post). Kaylin and I have been staying at my in laws’ while hubby is away, a sort of practice run for when we go on holiday. The good news is she doesn’t seem to care that she has to sleep in an unfamiliar room. The bad news is I’m not allowed to let her out of my sight once the clock strikes 9pm. She screams so loud even her doting grandma has given up.

In other words, it’s probably going to be awhile before I can go diving again, or even catch a late-night movie. I don’t really mind all that much – I blame it on mummy hormones, too bad they don’t come in daddy doses – I do want to be with Kaylin. She’s growing incredibly fast and discovering new things almost daily. I just have to make sure my life is about me too.

So I’ve been making sure my, ahem, womanly needs are taken care of – by online shopping. I occasionally daydream about looking like a character on Gossip Girl but the truth is, I’m always going to be a jeans and t-shirt, shorts and slippers kind of girl. Which suits our bank account just fine.

However, with hubby enjoying one of the best dive trips of his life and me running dangerously low in the wardrobe department, I decided a little treat was in order. Okay, several little treats. I splurged on a few things from FashionJunkee, which I read about on Karen Cheng’s Fashion and Life (love that site!), and I cannot wait to show hubby what I got. Maybe I’ll even take some pictures when the stuff arrives.

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On our fifth wedding anniversary

Jul 7th, 2010
by soph.
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On the eve of our fifth wedding anniversary, hubby and I slept in separate rooms. No, it wasn’t because of a fight, although we did have a fight about the fact that we were sleeping in separate rooms, it was because hubby wouldn’t let me leave baby Kaylin to sleep in her room by herself. This coming from a man who one year ago said he didn’t want kids.

The husband I have today won’t let me sleep in our room because he says a burglar could break in and come upstairs and walk past our open door to Kaylin’s room to – wait for it – kidnap her and whisk her away to Thailand. And so I have to sleep with her in her room. At least until he installs double locks on our front door.

It was weird and outrageous and (I’ll admit) kinda sweet and adorable all at the same time, although when he said it to me, the tired mother-of-his-child who hasn’t had a night of unbroken sleep in over three months, at two o’clock in the morning, well, let’s just say it was a lot less endearing.

Of course, I understand where he’s coming from. I can’t imagine what I would do if anything were to happen to Kaylin. A fellow mum once told me she never knew she could love a person so much until her daughter was born. Finally, I know what she means. This panic, however irrational, that I feel every time I imagine something going wrong is normal, right? As is getting all emotional over articles like this 2010 Pulitzer Prize winner (warning: it’s a real heartbreaker).

Hubby likes to tell people that becoming a father hasn’t changed him. He tells me it hasn’t made him more emotional or worried or panicky. That’s in broad daylight. In the middle of the night, when all is dark and still, I guess that’s when the truth comes out. Happy anniversary to us!

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I beg your pardon?

Jun 22nd, 2010
by soph.
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One of the things that annoy me about hubby is how he won’t answer my questions. He says he does, but really, if I can’t hear his mumbled, under-his-breath response, does it count? He says aye, I say nay. And our debate goes on.

To me, if you’re going to respond to someone, the onus should be on you to make sure you are heard and understood. (Ah, that’s another debate – if I can hear vague noises coming from him but can’t make sense of them, does it count?) But hubby is of the opinion that as long as he’s made the effort to answer me, he’s done his part. If I can’t hear him, there must be something wrong with my hearing. If I can’t understand him, well, then it’s my fault.

We’d been going to and fro like this for months, when the following happened one morning while we were getting ready to leave the house. I reckon this has turned the tide in my favour.

I was brushing my hair in front of the mirror when I asked hubby if he had time to grab a quick breakfast before heading in to work. I waited for a response, listening extra carefully in case he muttered something. Nothing. He was out of sight, getting dressed in our walk-in wardrobe, so I gave him another minute. Still nothing.

When he finally emerged, I gave him a look and said, “I asked you a question. I’m still waiting for your answer.”

He said, “I already answered you.”

I said, “No, you didn’t.”

He said, “I did. I shook my head.”

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Do you keep people waiting?

Feb 16th, 2010
by soph.
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I don’t mean punctuality – I will be the first to admit I’ve often shown up a little later than I would have liked for lunch dates and appointments; I mean like when someone is waiting for you at your door to pick you up, or the family is waiting for you so they can sit down to dinner together… that sort of thing.

I ask because I was raised to move my ass the instant someone called, and when I married Y, I was surprised to discover that he wasn’t. In fact, he has no problem keeping his family waiting while he finishes something up, whereas I’d be the one standing at the door (or the dining table) going, “Come on, your parents are waiting.”

It was a bit of a “culture shock” the first few years, but now I’m used to it, if not entirely comfortable with it still. More and more I’m beginning to see how Y and I are rubbing off on each other. These days, he definitely moves that much quicker when someone is waiting for him while I, on the other hand, am learning that it’s okay to be a little slower sometimes. I hope we’re changing for the better.

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Oh, the sneaky little things men do…

Nov 4th, 2009
by soph.
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Some months ago, hubby had a Samsung Omnia. It used to drive me crazy because it didn’t always ring when there was an incoming call, and few things annoy me as easily and quickly as hubby repeatedly not answering his phone (what if there’s an emergency?!).

After a while, hubby finally conceded that the phone must be “faulty” and that he needed a new one. So he got the iPhone. End of story, right? Wrong.

A couple of weeks ago, my phone started falling apart. It’s nothing major; the casing’s coming off so one side of the keypad sort of sinks lower than the other. It irritated me at first (I’m used to it now) and because I’ve been lusting after the iPhone or something similar, I told hubby about it.

He said sure we can get me a new phone, and then one evening, he suggested, “Why don’t you use my old Omnia? It’s kinda like the iPhone.”

“I thought it doesn’t work properly,” I said. “It doesn’t always ring when people call.”

“I’ll reset the phone. That should fix it.”

Pause.

“Then why didn’t you do that in the first place instead of buying an iPhone?”

Silence.

Then, “Err… I just thought of it?”

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I never thought I would…

Sep 13th, 2009
by soph.
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Find myself sitting in Starbucks watching hubby and C demonstrate what diarrhoea looks like with their Frappuccinos and straws. I was mortified. They were so loud. And they laughed even louder. It’s a good thing I was facing outwards, looking onto the street. I’m sure nobody saw me hoping with fingers crossed that none of the dozen people around us were paying attention. Then I looked at hubby hollering with laughter and he looked so happy that I forgot how grossed out I was.

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The next person who tells me basketball is not a dangerous sport is going to get smacked

Aug 28th, 2009
by soph.
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The first time I went with hubby to the emergency room because he’d strained a back muscle playing basketball and couldn’t move – this is after he underwent surgery for a torn ankle ligament and subsequently sprained his other ankle several times – I tried to get the doctor to tell hubby basketball is a dangerous sport.

The doctor laughed at me. Laughed.

This is also after hubby had previously suffered a pinched nerve (a.k.a. slipped disc, albeit a mild case) and a basketball buddy dislocated his ankle and had two teeth knocked out. Okay, so the pinched nerve didn’t happen during a basketball game but that poor guy’s injuries did.

It completely flabbergasts me how these guys play basketball. Either my husband is the most injury-prone player in the world or these guys think they’re playing American football. Should I buy hubby some shoulder pads, knee pads and a helmet for Christmas?

Then last week, hubby came home after a game and said casually: “I dislocated my shoulder.”

His arm needs to be in a sling for two weeks – currently, it’s one week two days and counting – and he’s not to play basketball for six. I promise I’ve had visions of marching back to that doctor and saying: “See, I told you it was a dangerous sport. You don’t know how injury-prone my husband is.”

Which is hugely ironic considering hubby’s always on my case for dropping things. Well, at least I drop things that don’t hurt. He drops himself. I think he’s worse.

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A case of men are from Mars?

Jul 10th, 2009
by soph.
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It struck me the other evening, while I was driving home from work, that Y and I grade the world using totally different scales. It sounds kind of silly now I type it out, that I only realise this four years into our marriage, but even though I knew we were very different, I’d never drawn the comparisons until that day.

For instance, Y divides girls he doesn’t know into two categories (and you’ll excuse my being blunt here): ugly and pretty. Heidi Klum and other super-beauties aside, the rest of the world’s female population generally tick either of these boxes. I say girls he doesn’t know because once he gets to know a girl, it becomes less to do with how physically beautiful she is and more to do with whether he gets along with her and how much he enjoys her company. So he’s not completely superficial. For now.

Me, I grade the regular guy according to three categories: average, above average and good-looking. Most guys fall into average, some fall into above average and only a handful get to be good-looking in my book. Nobody is ugly. Again, genetically-blessed celebrities do not apply. And I have a bias towards tall men.

I remember having a conversation about this with Y a couple years back and being totally aghast that he doesn’t have an “average” category. There must be some people who don’t fit into either group, I argued. To which he replied, if they’re not pretty then they’re ugly.

Then last week, we were talking about singers when Y said someone we’d heard on the web was bad. I said it was okay. Not fantastic but still reasonably good. He scoffed and said good was what one of our friends could do. I said that in my book, that friend is super-good. And I realised Y doesn’t have that category. He has bad and he has good. I have bad, average, good and super-good.

(Now I’m starting to see why some men might think women are complicated.)

So my question is this: Are Y and I a classic case of men versus women, Mars versus Venus yada yada? Do all men see the world in polar opposites while the womenfolk carefully divide everything into three or more categories? Is Y being overly judgmental? Am I just being weird?

(Oops, that was four questions instead of one. How… girly of me.)

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Why I should never feel guilty about shopping

Jul 4th, 2009
by soph.
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My new toy:

Y’s new toy:

I have decided that no matter how much I shop, there’s no way I’m even going to come close to the amount Y spends. Hooray for me.

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Four years and counting

Jul 2nd, 2009
by soph.
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Me: Happy anniversary!

Hubby: [Panicked look] Huh? What’s the date today?

Me: It’s the 2nd July because it’s past midnight.

Hubby: [Checks the clock] Oh ya, happy anniversary!

[We hug.]

Hubby: Four years and counting.

Me: Uh huh.

[We go back to watching Wimbledon.]

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