Slowly does it...

Raging hormones can really get to me sometimes. I had the pleasure of extending my mother's visitor visa , hoping to get it done before the baby arrives.

I went to the Immigration at 8.45 am only to find it jammed pack. And thank you very much, No seats for my bloated tummy. I was flabbergasted and downright frustrated. But in the end, slow and steady always win hands down.

Of coz, getting upset over the systems would not work. I assumed my big belly would win me some sympathy points. In the end, I had to work within the system and ring for an appointment.

Mother was not very helpful with her endless questions. I had make an inquiry and we would need to wait up to 3 hours with a walk-in request. Of coz, she blames my father for not seeking a 6 months visa like I requested but I assumed it needed proper documentation, as with all government paperwork. Not on anyone hearsay or anyone advise.

Trying to explain that to my mother without losing my cool is a BIG hurdle. Especially when I am ridden with hormones. In the end, as I snapped back at my mother, I felt a total sense of overwhelm. I just have to resolve the matter.

There is NO choice. Milly, on the other hand, is also extending her visa on her passport and my partner have pushed the burden of taking her to the embassy on me. Can I possibly say NO?

My poor partner works. Someone have to and they are not accustomed to the language and my mother is for sure, Not accustomed to doing things for herself. Always relying on my father for her banking details, and even her will.

I dun mean to rush my mother nor nag her. But she have this very peculiar habit of minding people;s biz and NOT her own? Including renewing her passport or Identity card or just simple matters like learning to make a phone calls or etc.

Of coz, I dun mean to shout at my poor mother. That would be devious. But life really is a load of issues. My gas bill got canceled by my next door neighbor and I had to ring up and fix the confusion. As expected, my partner expected me to FIX the problem?

Because I am home bound, not working, I am always the problem fixer.

I have the time, so he assumed.

I handled all of his parent's visa issues and including my mother. I can get overwhelm with long waiting list and ques.

Like anything in life, ( which is a nuisance, be it if you are single, married, kids or no kids) , slow and steady win the race. I simply do not have the choice of stopping down nor can I just sit here and feel sorry for myself. I have live far too many birthdays to see that life is a constant struggle.

In the end, everyone in my family and his family who is worried sick on how I cope with two children ( with no maids), I only have this to say...

" I can and I will and I just have to..."