A Different Kinda Cold

It's been quite cold lately. My a/c was 24C but still I woke up
sneezing. Azam Zikry's ears felt cold in the middle of the night. Feet
and body, I can cover but his ears? Would look weird if my son went to
bed with that big ears cover eh....

Azmady has been doing all the housechores for two nights in the rows.
Thank you, darling. The plumber came last week to fix the piping which
has leaked that caused our water bill RM360 last month compared to the
normal RM5, RM7 or at most, RM10. When the plumber is gone, the water
supply to our area was cut somehow (due to some water work) then we
couldn't test whether the piping was okay. Night after then only we
realize that the main tank lever was having problem adjusting itself.
Water poured down to the main bathroom and we gotta shut the main valve
off (which affects the kitchen sink and we are forced to leave all the
dishes unwashed!) Now we gotta wait for the nominated plumber to come
back again this week. And the ever so co-operative landlord doesn't want
any other but his nominated plumber. Can imagine how messy my kitchen is?!

On top of that, Azmady got one parking ticket. Gotta spend some time
looking for Postal Order to pay the ticket.

And oh ya.. that microwave of mine chooses no other time but now to
refuse servicing us. Then the rice is cooked stove top, which kerak
gotta be washed thoroughly at the kitchen sink, which water supply gotta
be turn on at the main valve outside the house, which rain will happily
get yourself a shower if you go out!

Aggh! I just feel like refusing to breath for a few days until all the
problems are solved. Until Azam Zikry's temperature rising few nights in
a row. Poor baby! With the buka puasa invitation almost every other day,
I juggle between choosing which supplier to go to and getting Azam Zikry
to bed early. He now sleep with head on my left arm, twitching everytime
I tried to move. The twitching then will be shortly replaced by long sob
and I technically have to wake him up, telling him that I was there all
night long with him. Mommy then gotta doze off hugging him, occasionally
trying to hide Mommy's face between the pillow whenever Mommy wanna sneeze.

Thank God the goody goody husband was there to clean up the kitchen and
putting the clothes into the washing machine.

On a happy note, weight now is 55kg! It means BIG improvement for a five
weeks puasa in a row (remember that I started fasting before 1st Ramadan
to make up the last year's confinement).

At least there's something to be happy with.

(Felt like it is the hormone talking! Due for the time of the month
anytime soon)

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