It seems that we’re falling into a routine on weekends.
Sumptuous hawker-fare breakfasts, puppy vaccinations and bubble baths, guilty afternoon naps, movie dvds, writing work.
Over the past two weekends, we’ve brought the puppies to Mt Pleasant on East Coast Road for checkups and vaccinations, lazed before the Macbook watching war movies, stole time for naps and freaked over writing work.
We also found time to give Starkey his first bath at home. He didn’t like it much, even though we were gentle and tried to recreate a spa-like atmosphere with soothing whistling and birdchirps. We even rewarded him with a stick of dog treat after we were done with the grooming. Still, the fussy boy didn’t like it much.
I’m beginning to wish that I don’t have to work so much, just so I can spend more time with him. Watch him leap up and down stairs, tickle him to sleep, smack him when he licks his shit, cuddle him on the bed….I’m missing on so much of his playful puppy behaviour. I think I finally understand why so many moms want to stay home to watch their kids grow up.
Anyhow, my birthday’s coming. If you’re thinking of getting me a present, buy me any of the following – small-sized booties for Starkey, Topshop giftcards, a working typewriter, vintage earrings off dusty shelves…
I’m also compiling a list of books I’ve been wanting but cannot afford. Initial titles include “Pretend I’m Not Here” by Yeow Kai Chai, “The Eleanor Wong Trilogy” and “Earlier” by Eleanor Wong from BooksActually.
I’m very shameless, I know.
