The Bachelor Party Effect

Who would've thought that bachelor parties would make a guy more caring to his wife?

I was shocked when the day after J attended one such party, he said to me, "Maya, talking to some of the guys made me realise how I don't do enough for you". Imagine my jaw dropping and everything stopping for a moment. Did I hear him correctly?

"One guy had a game planned but he remembered that he promised his wife he would go shopping with her so he canceled." Oh my god!

"I wouldn't expect you to cancel something like that just to go shopping with me," I said honestly.

"I know but is there anything I can do for you?"

After I asked him several times if he was serious and whether he meant what he was saying, I let him know that it would be nice if he didn't get annoyed at me when I got headaches (which has been happening every weekend) because it's not something I could control.

"I'm sorry. I was wrong. I know it's not your fault. I'll be more caring."

It's not often I get to hear that. How I bathed in the sunshine of those words.

Love berries

We got the yummiest strawberries. Haven't tasted such sweet ones for a while.

What will power?

My thoughts at 8am:
That's it. I'm going to stop snacking incessantly and only eat at certain times, like Sophie.

My thoughts at 9:30am:
Oh, I don't care. I'll just have the marshmallow biscuit.

How will I ever lose weight when I have no self-control whatsoever?

Dress up games

Is it weird that I still have the same hobby that I had when I was seven?

Always loved paper dolls. Used to draw clothes for them all the time. Wanted to become a fashion designer.

Now technology has made it even better with electronic paper dolls.

How addicted I am to stardoll!

I can be anyone and wear anything:

Little White Lie

My university friends are meeting up for dinner tonight to celebrate one of their birthdays and I said I couldn't come because there was no one to look after Sophie. In reality, I just didn't want to go.

Yesterday, J wanted me to come and meet him after work so we could walk around the city (since we haven't done that in ages!) but Aaron (my brother) was busy last night and couldn't baby-sit. He said he could do it today.

Fingers crossed, I don't bump into any of them when I go to the city tonight. Now, that would be awkward.

Real Love

What is love? An age-old question.

I was pondering this in bed last night. Love has to be unconditional right? It envelopes the whole person. Everything, the good and the bad.

You know when you love someone, right?

I know I love Sophie. It comes from within. There is nothing she can ever do to make me not love her.

Do I love J? All of him? I'm worried that I don't know the answer to that. My thoughts tell me that of course I love him. But when I look deep inside myself and ask, "Do I love him right now, when his temper is boiling over and he's saying things that hurt me?" I'm angry, I'm mad, I can't love him at that moment. Then, we're fine again. He takes me into his arms and we giggle like little kids under the covers. I love him again.

Can love stop and start? Is that really true love?

All in its place

When J and I got married and moved into our first home, I decided that I wasn't going to be one of those wives who sorted her husband's clothes. We divided our wardrobe in half and I didn't care what he did with his section. (I was worried that if I started to organise his stuff, I'd always end up doing things for him and I had enough chores as it was.)

Almost two years later, something came over me and I got this immense drive to sort his clothes. This is amazing in itself as I never even have the drive to sort out my own clothes. During Sophie's morning nap, it took 20 minutes to organise all his things - all the T-shirts by colour, all shorts in one place, all jumpers neatly folded together.

I feel quite good now! I don't know what it is about a neat home that make me feel so light. It's like I organised my brain, rather than the things around me. And I didn't do it for him, I did it for myself.