Eating My Cake Too

A huge slice of cake to celebrate my birthday, albeit one day belated. A thanksgiving of the wonderful year that went by, and the years before that. This was like a symbol to brace myself for that stressful one last week. It's no joke to nurse a little boy with no help around the house. I was able to squeeze in about three hours of sleep tops -- juggling the necessary planning and deskwork for my kitchen and making sure my son was still breathing.

He was up in the middle of the night frequently going to the toilet and suffering this agonizing stomach flu. He had ear and sinus infection which caused his very high fever. At an almost 104F (40C), I couldn't help but worry. His antibiotics were not working, and so his pediatrician gave him a new one. Apparently, he was allergic to the new antibiotics! Two hours after that first dose he developed rashes all over his neck and trunk! We had to rush him to the ER! (Boy, weekly trips to the emergency room is no fun!).

And back to my cake, yes I badly needed a break. Now, the house is swamped with mess and whatnots. It is not welcoming and warm. You are not allowed to come and drop me a surprise visit. I will refuse to answer that door! If you're a courier, just leave the parcel by the doorstep. If I need to sign it, then you need to come back maybe next week. But if you're the pizza guy or Helen/Tet (our neighborhood Chinese bistro) then you are most welcome to drop the food we so need... because I haven't been into cooking meals with all these hulabaloo!

But no, I can't have that much cake! I promised to only eat these kinds once a week. I can't afford to just drop dead, life is so much wonderful! So many dreams to pursue, laundry to fold, and my boys to love.