So we went to the doctor for my little daughters vaccination. My husband packed the bag, the child and half the house as one does when taking a small child out of the home. She always hated going in the car. Why does everyone’s children seem to fall asleep in the car except for mine? I keep saying to myself its because she is the cutest one in the whole world. Like all parents think. Specially during poop explosions or 4 am wake ups.
When we arrived to the clinic I took the vaccination book and headed over to the reception desk to sign us in. I opened the book to discover that she was already vaccinated. To my surprise she received shots against rabies, kennel cough and some other strange worms. And she also has a chip in her ear with the number 6341. How convenient if she runs away.
Ok, wrong book but he got the vaccination part correct. Fur child or non-fur child is a thin line.
If you are one of the lucky ones that either have a baby or owns a rooster, you are blessed with the 5 am wake up calls. I remember the days when I used the snooze button. Actually, no I dont. Today the weather was cool enough for a morning stroll. I packed up baby and dog and went for a walk in flipflops and my pajamas. There are so many nationalities in my neighborhood. One mans pajama, another ones outfit of the day.
I read somewhere that in China people go out in their pajamas to show it off. The motto is if you are rich enough to own a pajamas you better show it off. This was something of a problem during the Olympics in Beijing 2008 where the committee urged the Chinese people to stop running around in their sleeping outfits as it made the nation look slightly…sleepy(?)
I used to blog but who cares right. That was a while ago but I kept it going for several years just to all of sudden one day… stop. It wasn’t fun anymore and I discovered something, oh yeah – I was pregnant! So I did that instead. I mean I did pregnant stuff like sleeping and eating.
Im living in the part of the world were the temperature currently is in the middle of deodorant-between-your-boobs and I-dont-need-a-facial-my-pores-are-always-open. Life is something between Mazerati-Ferrari and modern day slavery. We have 200 something nationalities and the local inhabitants are only 10% of the total amount of people here.
Welcome to the desert!