Blowing "trouble bubbles" away

After my post on disappointment yesterday, I received a few concerned email messages from friends asking me how I am and if I needed a listening ear. A very good friend of mine who is on her way overseas to start a new life, sent me an email at 12 midnight, during her transit at one of the airports, just to encourage me. I am so touched!

I also received a long distance phone call from an old friend whom I've not heard in a while and a card from another friend, with a very encouraging note, arrived in the post today.

I believe this is God's way of telling me that I'm not alone and that there are so many good people out there who genuinely care for me.

Friends, you know who you are...thank you. I am truly blessed! :)

Today's post is about bubbles! I took Osh Osh to the small neighbourhood park to blow some bubbles this evening. He's been asking for it earlier today. He can blow bubbles very well by himself but he likes it when I blow the bubbles too. This is because I can blow more bubbles than he does. He will chase after these bubbles just to grab them with both hands and run back to me saying proudly, "I catch the bubbles...so many bubbles!"

As I watch him run happily after these bubbles, I have mixed feelings. I am happy that he is so happy and so innocent and pure in so many ways. At the same time, as much as I want these moments to fill my heart with joy in its entirety, I still feel saddened by my own personal problems.

Then a thought came to me. If only my problems were like these bubbles! They will burst when I grab them just like what Osh Osh does. Either that or I can let these trouble bubbles float away higher and higher until they burst by themselves or they vanish into oblivion. Sigh, if only life was this simple.

The reality is, as you and I both know, is that life is never this simple. I managed to speak to DH earlier today just as he was getting ready to leave his accommodation to head to the course centre. He said just leave my problems aside for now and we'll talk more when he is back.

There is no point in me going round and round in circles in my own thoughts trying to think myself out of this when I can't, at least not at this moment.

So for now, I'm letting my trouble bubbles float away...

Coping with disappointment

We all face disappointments in life. Some deal with it better than others and some just fall apart. I'm usually the latter, unfortunately.

I just experienced something very disappointing an hour ago. It's happened to me before and I didn't cope with it that well then. This time round,well, although I'm feeling very low about it, I'm keeping myself busy and trying my best not to dwell on negative thoughts. Easier said than done. I'm sure when it's quiet later after Osh Osh is asleep, I'll probably be in bed, crying.

(I chose this photo as it's cute and yet so aptly describes how I'm feeling now)

I sent a text message to DH about this but after doing so, I felt bad. I shouldn't have done so as it might affect his concentration in his revision course today. Hopefully, he will remain focussed.

God, I'm relying on your strength to cope...

Conversation with Daddy

I finally managed to speak to DH today. I called him during his lunch break when it was night time over here. Osh Osh was getting ready for bed. I switched on the speaker phone to enable Osh Osh to talk to his Daddy.

He was quite shy. First he said, "Hello Daddy" with a big smile. Then he looked at me and shrugged and said "Don't know what to say".

Then after some coaxing, he said "How are you, Daddy?", followed by "I love you" and a very quick "Bye Bye" and he dashed to bed! :) I just had to laugh.

It's good to hear DH's voice but it was quite noisy with people talking in the background. I also didn't want to keep DH on the line for too long as he too needed to eat his lunch. 

It's time for me to go to bed now as I'm really tired and haven't been sleeping well since DH left. Hopefully, I will sleep better tonight...good night, folks!

Feeling lonely

It's not the same without DH around. We haven't been able to talk on the phone due to the time difference between here and where he's at. When I'm awake, he's sleeping and vice versa. However, we have been sending each other text messages so I know he is ok. His revision course is quite intensive as they are whole day sessions going on for a week, weekends included.

Osh Osh doesn't seem to miss him as much. That's a good thing, I guess, because it means he's happy. He does ask about where Daddy is and what he's doing. He will also occasionally include references to Daddy is his daily chatter like "Daddy, Mummy and me go sit car" or "Daddy, Mummy and me read book", '...cook food" etc so that's sweet of him.

Work has been quieter this week which is good. I've not been sleeping well. I guess it does feel odd not having DH sleep beside me.

I'm trying hard not to count the days as that just makes things harder!

It's still very hard to say...

...Goodbye to DH.

It's not that we've not been separated before. The early years of our relationship was a long distance one, with him at one end of the globe and me on the other. One would think that I would have gotten the hang of it by now and saying goodbye to him would be a piece of cake.

I wonder how the wives of busy travelling husbands do it? How they keep up a brave front and hold the fort all by themselves? I really admire their strength and perseverence.

Seeing him board the bus to the airport reminded me of the first time we parted as a couple. I was at the train station waiting for my train after we had said goodbye to each other. As I sat there waiting, my mobile indicated that I had received a text message. It read, "Look behind you".

I turned and there he was, at a bus stop behind the train station. Of course, we were separated by the road, filled with heavy traffic so there was no way we could shout anything to each other. I remembered how happy and sad I felt at the same time.

Guess what? I still feel the same way about DH now. Despite the many trials we went through (and are still going through) as a couple, I can honestly say that I love him just as much, if not more, than the first time I fell in love with him.

8 days isn't too long a period, is it? He'll be home soon.