Lately I have found it super hard to try to blog and keep up a happy family charade. The Captain pleads for my time but also encourages me to blog as he loves reading everything. That said, he doesn’t want me up writing late into the night, nor does he want me doing it at weekends, or any other time that interferes with us. This basically means, its impossible. I LIKE to work late at night. NO ONE bothers me and it gives me that time to be alone without the kids asking for everything and the Captain telling me to “relax”. I have always been a night owl when it comes to creativity. My days as an artist will show that… ok, I’m not an artist… just a little creative and can colour by numbers.
I barely have time to answer emails or text messages (“Wassap” on the iPhone BTW is fucking genius!). When am I supposed to sleep, eat, shower, have sex (yeh right), write, relax?! Its a non-stop job this parenting malarkey. Plus, I’ve constantly got admin stuff to do every day. Even with 2 domestic helpers living in my apartment full-time to “help”, I’m busy. They also do my head in after a while as I never get to be on my own. Ever. Its bad enough that the kids walk into my bathroom when I’m sat on the loo doing a shit, but when our Helpers just walk into my bedroom while I’m mid clothes change with a tit sticking out, it gets a little fucking irritating. I now lock my bedroom door so no one bursts in. Now the kids can reach the door handles, every door is meant to be opened and shut at least 3 or 4 times. I’m dreading the day when a little hand gets caught.
I bought some of those spongy door things to stop the door shutting all the way and explained to our Helpers that every time the kids wake from their nap-time (soon stopping…shit), they need to put the door guard back on. But of course that would be waaaaaay too difficult. They forget to do anything that involves safety. I have added those plastic corner protectors onto tables in our apartment and plug sockets have been covered. What do my Helpers do? They go to vacuum and will forget to put the obvious white plug protector back into the socket. The kids are then sat there trying to shove a fork (they can get into the kitchen as the Helpers always forget to shut the damn door) and they shove anything into the electric sockets. I have had maaaaany discussions about child safety with these girls and despite saying “yes Maaam”, off they trot, flip-flops flapping behind them. What happens later that day, one of them accidentally burns our AC remote control by placing it onto of a very hot cable box. Dumb or what? I feel like I’m having to not only watch my two toddlers and newborn baby, but also my two Domestic Helpers.
As for potty training, this is going nowhere at the moment. I have read them books, demonstrated how to do it, drawn pictures, got toys to take a dump in the singing potty, but nope. They have no interest. Aside from one of the kids farting on the loo with a bit of follow through (sorry but its true), there has not been one poo in the potty. Now, my twins group here in Hong Kong are great at sharing information and have come back with some interesting potty training stories, but I’ve got to be honest. I’m fucking exhausted. Now, I have to sit indoors for a week solid with 2 pottys and a pair of two-year olds being held hostage until they hand over their crap? It’s going to be hell. Plus, everyone says, cover the furniture, accidents will happen. HEH?!? Not on my expensive suede couch it will!! Now we had a great nanny back home who worked for us 2 days a week. Yes, I only had help 2 days a week until the twins were 8 months and I moved to Hong Kong. Now I’m a spoiled bitch and think I need a third Domestic Helper (dunno what for but I’ll think of something). Anyhow, our Nanny at home had potty trained her 6 kids within a couple of days by the time they were 1.5 years. She said nappies were too expensive. How the fuck did she do this is beyond me but she did. She would have my twins out of their nappies in about a day but as she’s not here and I’m stuck with Dumb & Dumber (my Helpers), I’m going to have to tackle this on my own. I think my plan will start next week when I’m doing a Detox (yes, me, detox. Ha bloody ha). I’ll just let them run around naked in the apartment and hope they shit in the potty. Hey, I’m not cleaning it up so why do I care?!
My Daughter has also started ripping her nappy off during the lunchtime nap and when its full of shit, she tosses it out of her cot. We found her in bed yesterday afternoon saying, “Oh my goodness!” after she had smeared shit into her pillow, favourite Minnie Mouse toy and her shitty nappy was on the floor. What did I do? What any self-respecting Mother in Hong Kong would do. I called my Helpers to come and clear the shit up while I popped out for a Pedicure.
I’m also finding that the older the twins get, the more stuff I have to do to knacker them out. I spent the whole of yesterday running up and down a huge playroom in Tai Tam at the American Club (I’m not a member but I can get in with a friend who is). My kids ran and ran and ran… and I was the one needing an afternoon sleep by the time we headed home. Even then, they didn’t sleep long enough. Grrrrr! I, on the other hand was out cold, fully dressed (including shoes) on my bed.
Why am I bending over arsewards to keep my 2-year-old kids occupied? Is it just in case they fall behind socially?! I mean…. they’re TWO!? They barely acknowledge the other kids in their playgroup. Hey I don’t blame them… most of them are French or simply annoying (or both), but what a load of crap. They are attending an International Nursery and learning Mandarin. My son, I hasten to add, STILL can’t say the word “Please” properly in English… fuck Mandarin. Plus he’s got massive buck teeth (no, not like a horse) and this seems to hinder his speech.
Anyhow, now, I’m turning up at school shows, watching HORRIFIC performances from 2 year olds (cute as they may be) and taking bloody photos too. I try to ignore all the other Mums that look like Geeks but for some reason, everyone at School likes to have chit-chat. I hate small talk!! I end up telling people shit I never meant to say, ie. “Congrats on the pregnancy!”, other Mums response, “What pregnancy?!”, my response “Shit. I have to go. I forgot to put hemorrhoid cream on my arse this morning. Bye”. Anyway, back to school shows, may I just add that I will physically beat any child or parent that ever dares to speak when my pair of monkies get up on stage to sing “The Sun’ll come out tomorrow...” or whatever crap they’ve been taught. I’ve also been a Mystery reader at the kid’s school last week, which involved me turning up and reading to my twins class. They had no idea I was going so were really happy to see me. Bless ’em. I on the other hand, was shitting myself before I turned up! I mean, reading to a large group of two-year olds I didn’t know (save for my pair) was a bit daunting, especially as I was sober (no booze for the last 2.5 weeks people) and unable to give anyone a swift backhand if they interrupted me during story time. As it turns out, I’m a bloody fab reader and have been asked back. I guess it’s because I can do the Queens accent really well when reading ‘The Hungry Caterpillar’ (no reason why but I like doing her accent… it makes my kids laugh).
Going back to the kids being kept entertained, we have just booked tickets to go and see Mickey Mouse on ice (or something like that) in October. The kids better still be into him then, or we’re stuck with 4 tickets to nowhere. And me, well, I just can’t be bothered. I hate shows, plays, musicals etc. The Captain took me to see so many when we first started dating, I had to keep my hip flask tucked in my bra to ease the pain, while swallowing painkillers every 2 minutes. Musicals are NOT for me. Never have been. I DO COMEDY & ONLY COMEDY. LIVE STAND-UP HILARIOUS COMEDY.
The point of this very brief blog? I’m a Mother, I’m not fucking Mother Teresa (G-d Bless her).
ps. Being sober is highly overrated but I’m still going to try it for another week. My skin looks friggin amazing though. Anyhow, as I’ve got sod all to moan about I’ve added a couple of random photos below.
Photo above taken near the Big Buddha, Lantau Island, where a group of fine, very toned young men from the Shaolin Kung Fu school did some dancing with poles (not male strippers) & knives (not Thai strippers). Photo below is clearly the Big fat Buddha having a bad hair and earlobe day.