Expo Baby Fair

This is certainly the last expo baby fair that I'll ever go to. I'd rather spend a little bit more and just buy from departmental stores.

REALLY EXHAUSTING!

I went alone to shop around for what I want first and then wait for hubby to come and buy the diapers together. The diaper queue is amazingly long and the cashier process payment not as quickly as we wish it to be, so the queue just dragged on.

The worse buy is the medela bottle exchange. I thought its an exchange for a full medela bottle with teat but its only for a milk storage bottle. Waste my time to queue. Still feeling a bit sore over it.

I bought Baby One thermal milk bags, a nursing wear, a new manual breast pump, Y bike as present for my son, and Merries and Mamy Poko diapers.

Shopping therapy is really not for me. I feel nervous whenever I spend money. I wonder why I always feel this way after spending large sums of money. After effects of some childhood experiences I supposed but I don't remember what. I need hypnosis to reveal that, really.

It doesn't help that I have one stack of bills to pay and that I've really no time to make payment, and one credit card bill of 1k+ to pay... 1k because its insurance rider deduction, and some other buys which I forgot what. But anyway, the following months, we've got to be more prudent with money.

Anyway this is the last last last time I'm going to baby fair at expo. I swear. The crowd, the queue, the large purchases... all these are making me anxious and nervous, even now, few hours after coming home from the fair.

I was anxious partly because I left my children with my parents to go to the fair to buy stuff, and the queue was delaying our time to go home. When we finally reached my parents' home its 10pm + because we went back to Punggol, our own home to put down the stuff first. Really need to thank my good buddy and her hubby for driving us to Punggol and to our parents' home. Otherwise we will really die waiting for the cab. As I was in the car going towards my parents' home, I was suddenly reminded of myself as a teenager, reaching home past 10pm and feeling butterflies in my stomach because my dad would be at the corridor waiting to scold me for coming home late without calling. I didn't like to call because he would shout at me if I had called to say I'll be home late, and if he shouted at me, my mood will be bad, and I might as well just go home, and not continue to go out with my friends. And if I don't call, at least I'll be happy until going home time. Well, that's the strange logic I had as a teenager. But even though I know I'll be scolded, I still want to reach home late because well, all my other friends too went home around that time. Sigh. I can understand my dad worrying about his daughter but being too fierce just simply backfires. I didn't like to talk much about my thoughts and feelings to my dad last time because most of the time I get shouted at and lectured unless what I said was what he wanted to hear, and how many thoughts and feelings of a teenager is what her dad wants to hear? After some trial and error, I just filtered it out myself. I only talk about neutral stuff with him. Nothing personal, nothing that challenges his ideas. But I'm really thankful my parents and my mother in law helped out today. And they helped us a lot a lot today. Otherwise it would be impossible for us to buy anything from the fair. I saw parents bringing toddlers and babies to the fair. That's just crazy. Poor kids and babies had to tolerate boring long queues and shopping booths. A lot of crying and tantrums went on around me.

I'm glad my darling Kieran and Caitlin were good, and ate well, and slept well while I was away. Kieran went to open my bag, saw that I didn't buy any toy for him and said "mummy 没有买东西叻". So cute! But it stabbed my heart coz I really should buy a small present for him for being so nice and obedient to spend long hours at ah gong's house without mummy.

I'm looking forward to Kieran's Elmo theme birthday celebration at parents in law's house this coming Sunday. Luckily he has almost recovered from the eye and nose infection that he got last weekend. Poor Kieran had to miss the children's day celebration from school because of that illness.

Got to accompany my little Caitlin to sleep now. Good night. A whole new challenge lies ahead tomorrow. I hope I will survive another day!