entrepreneurial me

i am never too busy to be brilliant.

with my TO DO list growing increasingly longer, i am thanking myself for all the stuff i managed to do in advance and haven't left until the last minute.

i was talking with a friend outside the pta office today and she was saying how before she leaves hong kong every year she always squeezes in her annual trip to the dentist. and how she resents sitting in the dentist chair (never mind with her mouth open) because she has so many other things she needs to be doing.

hmm. i need to think about this but i am on to something.

you know when franchises double up – like taco bell and burger king? what about if dentists got together with, oh, gynaecologists? then you could get your annual pap done as well, and it would take your mind off being upset about having your mouth open. i am really quite brilliant.

a good hairdresser could get into the action as well, or a mani/pedi place, actually.

all these business opportunities just waiting to happen. why don't people take me more seriously?

why?

at the back of my mind is a growing thought – canada, canada, canada.

we will be there soon.

as i am packing and labelling boxes, i am purposely keeping outfits out that the quatre terrors will be wearing in canada.

ca-na-da
can-a-da

soon!

i was mentioning to someone i barely know today that we would soon be on the plane – the day after we had done the walk through of our old flat. this person nodded and said, "oh, that will be nice and relaxing for you."

i stopped mid flow and wondered why the person thought that.

later, i was sending a quick email to a friend asking her about her recent cottage experience.

cottages are meant to be detoxes for adults, a step down in the pressure cookers of adult existences, but kids haven't received (or read?) the memo. there are still stairs to run, spider webs to crash into, events that demand "mummy! mummy! mummy!" and you know they will not stop calling you until you answer so why don't you be polite and respond soon, as you should? it's human nature to keep calling until you get a response.

kids don't GET that the cottage is down time because it is such an extremely exciting time for them.
speaking on behalf of every single parent out there, cottages aren't so relaxing, because it is just a change of location, often one that (rightfully so, it would be kind of creepy if it were) isn't as babyproofed as our regular home is.

it will be divine to see doug, penny and most members of the lyons pride, but seriously, i am under NO impressions that it will be EASY. having said that, charles is divine at sharing the looking after the little peeps duties and each year they have an increasing independence which is adorable and enjoyable.

i am putting photos in order tonight. don't i have a glamorous life?

two reasons to dislike packing

while i do love the chance to declutter and readily admit that moving flats affords us the perfect opportunity to rid us of baggage, there are some downsides.

1) comfort eating. i just finished off the yummy treats in two party bags because i am in need of consoling. we have hit that part in packing where we are sort of in a vortex. loads more to do, but loads of stuff we use on a daily basis. calgon, take me away! forget calgon…where there is werthers caramel candies, there is a way!

2) packing can be messy. yesterday one of sebastian's parents dropped something on their foot. the parent yelled s – h – well most of you know the rest. and as the parent was hopping around, sebastian said little in the way of, "are you all right" and much in the way of…"you said a very bad word! you said a very bad word!" meh!

i can justify eating the party bags. we are downsizing. (unforunately, as i keep eating, i am upsizing!)but the cussin just aint cool.

tomorrow i will write about father's day, which has been good. charles needs to scan the hilarious card sela drew him. happy father's day charles, who is a wonderful father every day. i even bought him a sentimental card this year!

and for the sweetest daddy i ever had, HAPPY FATHER'S DAY. i wish you were here. i will read my kids HOW NOW BROWN COW tonight as a reminder of how wonderful dad's are. thank you for that book.

packing with physicians

in order to make the move a little less personal, i have packed while watching the entire season five of grey's anatomy. it's easy to trivialise my issues (where should this bookcase GO?) when i have to worry about Christina possibly getting into an abusive relationship and see how they are hiding "lexie's" real life pregnancy.

so while i didn't give grey's my 100 full attention, it sure was a good diversion.

the flat isn't 100 packed. i have a life, peeps! i am packing around my life, and some days i find myself looking for distractions to avoid packing. and really, there are some things that can't be packed right away.

there is that study about stressful things. moving is quite high on that list of stressful things. our move is not far, but it is still stressful and emotional. i can't imagine how odila did it. i am finding i do need my space, but at other times i do need to vent. today my topic was "so many marriages are breaking up, how do i know it won't be me?"

at least i know i am not being rational.

i got sebastian's report card today, and i cried over it. just some of the things that his teacher said. she mentioned the support he gets at home. and let's be honest, i could do so much more. she mentioned the obvious – concentration – but she also called him a delight to teach, gentle, respectful of others, interested in processes and kind. i just got overwhelmed. i have been his mummy for seven years now.

and we have lived in this flat for eight.

item #1 – sanity and kids safety in light of school closures…we're doing all right. thank you for asking.  i loved a quote from a mum in the south china morning post the other day which essentially said, "who cares about my kids' health? what about my health?" love it.

so i am packing up our flat. it's going well but every once and a while i stumble upon something that makes me sit down and go "awww. wow".

i found a picture of charles that he pasted to a book he gave me in 1998. we used to be creative and thoughtful and crazy like that. we were poor like churchmice, but we came up with other ways to show our love.

fast forward 11 years and four children, and there isn't a lot of the opening a book and finding pictures of my boy in there. i used to write him love letters and slip them into his suitcase. now those love letters are more like "TO DO LISTS".

am i less of a lover now? i think so. is he? not really. i think i have beaten all his romantic impulses out of him.

i understand stages of life, but it did make those love letters and pictures i found so very special. and i felt sad that i had thrown so many away over the years.

then i remembered that every valentine's day charles makes me a photo collage of the year gone by, a reminder of special moments we have shared. and i felt better, thinking his creativity, like our love, has changed and expanded.

and, now i blog of my love for him. i probably should slip in more private notes (and i might) but i do announce it.

changing and growing.

back to packing.

the pet shop boys sang it nicely…

and if it seems repeatedly it is only because i have four children.

this morning i was awoken not so much by the thunder and lightning streaking across the sky, but by jasper, rubbing his face across my stomach and trying to pull himself up on to the bed.

"i'm ever so scared mummy."

pause not longer than a hamster's whisker

"may i watch television?"

it was ominous. Shakespeare could have done something with this storm, and the HK Government definitely did. Just a few short hours later ("Kids! Don't forget your raincoats! You're going to be outside all afternoon and you will need them!) I learned that the Chief Executive of Hong Kong, Donald Tsang, had closed all primary schools and kindergartens FOR TWO WEEKS in response to a student in Causeway Bay who had NOT been travelling who had developed Swine Flu.

TWO WEEKS. No more school until mid August.

So, may I haul out the Pet Shop Boys? It was a toss up what lyrics to play for you, "It;s a SIN" comes to mind, but that seemed a wee bit judgemental and i am too mired in self pity to condemn just yet. Give me a day with the kids and I will SO be there. Without further ado, I bring you…

What have i, what have i, what have I done to deserve this?
What have i, what have i, what have I done to deserve this?

What have i, what have i, what have I done to deserve this?
How Im gonna get through?
What have i, what have i, what have I done to deserve this?

You always wanted me to be something I wasnt — (Tess suggests, like a patient parent while trying to pack up a flat)
You always wanted too much, oh, oh
Now I can do what I want to – forever (NOT QUITE)
How am I gonna get through?
How am I gonna get through?

HOW?

WHY?

And now the Grey's Anatomy quote of the day….SERIOUSLY!

tai tai! why? why?

the other day at park n shop (or park n ripoff as i heard it called) the cashier wagged her finger at charles and informed him, "your wife is very good tai tai!"

charles' head spun run with a speed that would do an exorcist ridden person credit to see how i took this news.

quite calmly, actually, because i was waiting for The Correction. surely, this kind woman who sees me in here twice a week slugging out bottles of water and hauling my own groceries and standing in the rain or with gary and kids rotating around me (again, think exorcist like trajectory) could not be confusing me for a tai tai?

1.  A term used
in Chinese circles for  supreme wife (implying situation where a man
is  wealthy enough to have several "wives')  but no longer
strictly interpreted.  Term now applies to citizens of the world with
an Asian viewpoint  who have bounds of time and money.   A
Tai Tai is a well groomed privileged lady of means.   2.   Supreme
of the Supreme is its literal translation.  The term  implies
respect. 

To qualify as a Tai Tai, one
has to have lots of leisure time, lots of money to spend and lots of
gossip to exchange.  A Tai Tai would win if Shopping were an Olympic
event

There are so many things that don't ring true. However, I am the supreme wife. Although my daughters have announced that they are going to marry daddy when they grow up, I have informed them that will not happen because Mummy isn't good at sharing. Anyone who has tried to share a bag of Worcester flavoured crisps with me knows this to be true.

Back to the falsehoods.
Bounds of time – SERIOUSLY. Bounds of time? I am a girl who jogs to Bible study meetings and has to sweat at friends houses while standing on towels because otherwise i wouldn't get a workout in that day. I have very little time, but i do relish the time i have. I don't have a car, and i use public transport, which takes again, more time. Four children. Not a lot of time.

Bounds of Money – Ha! ha ha ha ha ha!!! This is a good one. Did you know we are packing up our flat and moving ourselves except for the big items (bed, bureaus) to save money? That we had the same second hand ricemaker for 13 years? That we have four children to educate? That in Asia companies don't offer pensions??? So not appropriate to be a tai tai.

Well groomed – this is true. Not everyone can have suzy sheir wife beaters in just about every colour offered because they are 3/$10 the day you went shopping and cant say no to a good sale. Unlike most of Hong Kong (male and females) I don't collect handbags, I have a few tried and true faves and I stick with them.

Respect – Can you please talk to my children and see if I am respected? When I utter a command how many times must I repeat that command before they actually follow through on that command? Maybe this tai tai should get a platium diamond encrusted minute timer attached to her prada (okay, banana republic) jacket, because that's the only status symbol that i have that seems to lead to respect.

That and bwownies as bait.

Gossip — I GOT. and do you know why i have it? because i KEEP IT. nuff said.

this tai tai thing really royally gorgonzola cheesed me off. before we had gone into pns charles and i had been rummaging around the car park looking for boxes we could pack books in. hot sweaty and occasionally sticky work. i didn't mind, but darling, hardly glam.

tai tai! why? why?

you've all seen me. what about the pony tail says tai tai???

back again

on sunday charles and i went to different sermons. both speakers were fantastic, but i had been tipped off that the 9.30 speaker was a real “John the Baptist” type of speaker, and knowing my fondness for JTB, that was enough to get me and the kids out the door at 9.10am.

charles followed at 11am, for another super speaker. i slipped away with the kids and we headed to hong kong park. we planned to meet with charles at around 1am, so we had two hours to play around. the kids slid and played on the sand diggers for a few minutes, allowed me to take their pictures in a few lovely poses and then demanded….WE WANT THE CIRCULAR WATERFALL!!! CLICK HERE TO VIEW THE ENTIRE PHOTO ALBUM OF PICTURES!

and off we headed. i had the forethought to bring a camera and towels this time.

it was just as much fun. i am so grateful that no one has slipped/fallen/broken their crowns/ gotten stitches because that’s the sort of thing my kids seem to be GOOD at…but so far, all’s well.

they raced around and shrieked and took off shirts and circled and made funny poses and laughed, and passersby laughed with and at them. they were soaking wet and they played for over 45 minutes. then the sun hid and they got chilly, i brought out the towels and as before, we walked 100 meters or so and i bought them lollies, water and a packet of “CHIPPIES!” and i waited in the sunshine, drinking water and laughing at my kids.

they finished their little snack and pleaded with me for more. a few weeks ago, the girls found the chippies too spicy, but they have obviously expanded their palates (they obviously have sophisticated tastes) since that time. charles hadn’t called, the chips were $6hkd, how could i NOT buy more? i bought two more packets and watched, predictably, as sebastian kicked over the boys’ drink and jasper recoiled in horror, thus knocking over the girls’ drinks. back to stand for more water. stand operator much amused.

charles called and we walked up steps to find him. found him. headed home. we packed, he took them to the ABC for dinner and i continued packing and cleaning. there is an enormous amount to do in the flat before we move, but what else are sunny sundays for than watching your kids smiling and delighted ??? definitely more interesting than a packing box, anyday.

thank you to magchar for the photos.

it went well – carys gets a+ mummy gets c?

thank you for the emails and calls and texts….carys stayed up far past her bedtime, had 22 nodes attached to wire leads taped to her head, neck, face, chest and legs and was stellar.

her mother, ahem, only lost her temper twice in 16 hours which is impressive when you are your child's health advocate, i like to think.

carys did lose it a bit when they pushed the nasal canula and wires into her nose, poor kid, but she was so tired that she only cried a bit and asked when they would turn off the lights (it was past 10pm). one of the hold ups was that the tech's computer wasn't working. after my third time asking brightly and politely, "everything okay?" and seeing that the screen was staying fixed on windows 1988 (or whatever), the tech again politely assured me everything was. it was at this point where i suggested that everything wasn't and she admitted that she couldn't get hooked up to the program and instead of turning off the lights like carys wanted, could carys just watch tv? no, because the disney channel program was dubbed into mandarin. i made a few smart suggestions, but luckily we didn't have to look for the computer anywhere near there because it started to work eventually.

the lights went out, i told carys a little story and boom, she went to sleep.

i then went out for a walk to get some fresh milk, knowing i would be needing a cup of tea in the morning. there is always a park n shop/wellcome/7-11 around in hk, and i didn't have to wander long. i chatted on the phone with charles, and then found myself my dinner: grapes, pastrami sandwich and my lovely comfort food: gummie bears. oh yes, and milk.  i wandered the streets again.

back in the room, carys was slumbering, and i changed quickly into my jamas, and read my book using the television (muted) for light.i turned off the tv/light at around 11am

i drowsed all night long, any time a baby cried i jerked awake. numerous times i went to the monitor and watched the numbers, wondering what they meant.

it was odd being back in a hospital.  i thought of my friend denby who just a few short weeks ago had four weeks of hospital while her daughter had surgery. asking "how do you manage?" is a silly question, because everyone knows that you manage because you have to, and a little person is relying on you.

which would have been good advice for me the next morning. to be in a better mood because a little person was relying on me.

but i got the news that we were being charged for a urine analysis. excuse me? i had not requested it and there was no need for it. why? why? why? i might have gone a little postal and infact, if time has not clouded the incident completely, i believe i did get a little upset. not squinty eyed and gritted teeth, but i did kick up a fuss.

but you don't want to hear about me making comments about having to pay the 24 hour lab person's salary because the hospital has no other business, you want to hear about carys. she woke up at 7.30 and said she needed to wee. immediately i started removing the tape, and of course 10 seconds after i touched the tape, a nurse was there and said how can i help you and i said "my little girl needs to wee". and so she helped me but she was a bit rough and carys started crying so i said i would do it myself thank you. poor little carys. she was so brave. first thing i did was remove that nasal canula.

i ordered her breakfast (toast and orange juice) and got some hot water and made myself a cup of tea which was AMAZING. i put on a tinkerbell video for madam because 101 dalmations didn't work. she was pleased but didn't want me leaving the room, which meant i had to really debate if i wanted that second cup of tea (i did, but probably not as much as the hospital staff wanted me to have it).

dr lam came and talked with us and said she would have results in a few days. she has known the kids since day gimmel, and so she was interested in the pictures i had put around the bed to make carys feel less homesick. carys told her, "i was a bit uncomfy but then i just thought of my daddy."

how do i love her!!

finally we were in a taxi. wonderful.

i was reminded of 2003 when i was in the hospital for 12 days and how i felt when i was finally released. it was a heavenly feeling. so much was happenign around me, everything was interesting and wonderful.

so we got home, carys went to the beach after giving everyone a big cuddle and telling me she loved me.

i love her too.

off to hong kong sanitorium

for a "sleep study" with carys.

i mistakenly showed carys the website today without previewing it myself. (what can i say? i was on a fieldtrip with sebastian from 7.30-3pm) and so what i showed her was new to both of us….

http://www.hksh.com/eng/index.html

"is that what they are going to do with me mummy? i thought we were just having a sleepover at the doctors office?" i MIGHT have made her think that. i might have led her astray on that one.

so we have packed my little ponies, my little petshops, pillows and of course BEBE. warm clothes for me, books, dvd's, breakfast for the morning, tea for me, and a few other things.

will update as to how it all goes when i get home.

xo