RAMADHAN DAY 1

Assalamu'alaikum.

Alhamdulillah, first day of Ramadhan. So for sahor we had a 6-inch subway sandwich; which I got from JB the previous day and a small Dole banana. We halved both items and chugged down plenty of water. Very kiasu. Wan and myself are not big sahor eaters. But I do miss staying at my parent's where Mama will have rice and legit dishes for us during sahor. Although there will not be much left by the time I wake up, based on how I'm always the last one. 

I feel very blessed that I get to stay at home with Adam this Ramadhan. I know not everyone gets to experience this and I'm grateful for it. The dilemma of the kindergarten or childcare episode is still haunting me by the way. I just want to put that aside for now and focus on Ramadhan.

For iftar, I made chicken rice ( although my mum said I did it totally wrong and also because of the fact it didn't taste like chicken rice at all. lol.), black pepper chicken and ginger spinach soup. Oh and of course chilli padi and kicap.

I'm lucky that Wan is not fussy and choosy when it comes to food. He likes everything I cook and that makes me feel happy and appreciated. Eventhough I know that sometimes he just doesn't want to hurt my feelings. LOL. <3

By the way, Adam did something weird just now. He took one of my mini travel sized bottles, lifted up the bottom of his shirt and tapped the bottle on his underarms. Ok what now? Theeeennnn as I was figuring out what he just did, I realised he was imitating me! You know how we all use deodorants? Wan would apply them before putting on a shirt. I'm disorganized and undisciplined so I forget all the time. I usually end up applying them after I'm fully dressed and ready to head out.  -_-

The  fact that Adam remembers that and imitated that particular action was amazing! I was LOL-ing the moment I realised what he just did. OMG. We really need to be careful of what we do infront of our children.

I'm feeling sad and teary alot this few days. Cried for no reasons and feel like watching sad movies all the time. It's either I'm approaching that time of the month or my life is a hot mess. I choose to believe it's PMS. I'm feeling down as I'm typing right now. I used to ask Wan if it's post natal symptoms. He would say," You think the period for post natal until 65 years old ar?!". RUDE.

Feeling down and I'm pretty sure a bag of hot, sweet, buttery popcorn would cheer me up,
Ja