Specific cravings

via Daily Prompt: Specific

Everyday (or at least weekly) I get specific cravings, whether they’re good or bad, healthy or definitely something that brings in an image of blocked arteries. No matter how I change my habits, I always get the following specific cravings:

  • Three cups of coffee – That’s right – only three! If I drink less than that, I’m still dragging my legs in the morning and sometimes bump into the walls, especially at 5 am. Imbibing more than three cups gives me the Mother of all Headaches, almost pushing into a migraine. However, if I drink exactly three 8 0z of awesome french-pressed coffee, then I’m right as rain. Weird, right?




  • 1 medium bowl of Bún bò Huế – now this stuff is just Delicious! Because the hot soup contains quite a bit of fat, meat, and sodium, I can’t consume it everyday. However, I have to eat it once a week. Anymore than that, I get tired of it which I clearly want to avoid. Any less than that puts my hormones that affect my mood on strike. Trust me, I actually get a little cranky if I don’t consume this soup down. Ask my husband!




Hmm now I’m now both hungry and thirsty!



How to (Not) Be a Zombie

Help! I have a zombie in my house!

Oh wait…it’s just me looking in the mirror and making those telltale sounds. “Grr….arrghh…”

My hair is all messed up and a pair of dulled, baggy eyes are straight back at me. Now, there comes a time when every momma has to wrestle with body image prejudice. Sometimes, the worst discrimination comes from ourselves and we should attempt to nip that in the butt. Today, however, was unsuccessful.

First, I didn’t even bother to brush my hair. I mean, seriously, what’s the point if my only audience is an almost two year old who prefers to run her fingers through my hair and then pull on it than saying, ‘oh momma. You a mess.”

Of course, words don’t come easily to a toddler so it might just be her pulling on my hair even more, saying “momma…momma…” and giggling while I wince in pain.

Second, I don’t usually wear make-up but I was seriously contemplating on at least adding some foundation or whatever it’s called. Those baggy eyes are terrible to look at! Then again, the make-up will probably just smear across inappropriate places like my mouth or nose, depending on what targets my daughter wants to focus on.

Now here’s the reason for my zombie-like looks: both of us caught something from someone from somewhere. She caught it first and I just knew something was up when she started to become extra cuddly. I just knew it but nope. I thought ‘ohh, she just wants extra love today. I’ll hug her and kiss her until she runs away.’

Instead, she gave me her love of germs and that first night we didn’t sleep. Not at all. Imagine the chaos. Toddler crying, me crying, then back to her crying, and finally us crying at the same time. All the while, my husband just slumbered through it all like nothing happened. I wish I could sleep that deeply sometimes.

The second night, I managed to quarantine myself in the main bedroom and my awesome husband took the brunt of her crying throughout the night. While I still managed to catch some zzz’s, it wasn’t enough to clear away those black bags underneath my eyes and my poor husband didn’t get much sleep either. Now, we both look like zombies.

Next thing is we’ll be eating ravenously but don’t worry. It won’t be brains just some goodies that will make us feel good afterwards.




Manners in a Playground

I recently visited an indoor playground for kids and adults, if you’re short enough like me. It was my second visit to this new place so the ‘wow’ factor has loosened its grip on me, at least enough for me to observe some mannerisms of other attendants.

The first observation was that all kids treated each other differently, especially when the parents weren’t looking at them like a hawk. Some kids would play nice with their fellow peers without having the mom (or dad) either gently reminding them to be nice or just giving them that look that says ‘play nice or we’re leaving.’ Other kids have a tougher time restraining their love of toys and running around space. For instance, a young little boy decided to test his parent’s patience, as well as mine, when he kept throwing balls on the slide on which my little girl was struggling to climb up on. Thankfully, his proximity to the slide meant that the balls had no real bounce to them. On the other hand, the balls collected right underneath my little girl’s tummy and made it even more difficult for my kid to climb up. Granted, slides were created for people to go down, not up (excluding rollercoasters). It wasn’t his action that concerned me very much. It was the way he looked at me, as if daring me to say something, to which I did.

“Can you try throwing the balls elsewhere so they won’t accidentally hit her?”

The boy’s father had turned his attention from his phone and stared at me as if I had said something awful. Not saying anything directly to me, he merely pulled his son from the ball pit and moved elsewhere. Did I say something wrong? All I wanted was to curb the opportunity of an accident happening should the boy have continued doing what he was doing.

I am a first-time mom so parenting is still new to me. However, what is not new, is my view on how people should behave, regardless of the age. Perhaps I’m old-fashioned that way but I prefer my daughter to have good manners than awesome toys. What do you think?