This morning we woke up to the sound and smell of oil..... sound of frying....remember how i said we sleep on the mattress, well, the living room is just directly below the kitchen , so besides everynight's battling and reinforcing of washing the dishes quietly and having the grandparents eat quietly, MIL talking quietly, every Sunday we have to be disturbed at 5 am ( cook lunch early cuase MIL bring lunch to work) due to the sound of frying ......and when hubby told his mom to skip frying food, and try steaming instead, she said in mandarin, " steam not nice lei....." my reaction was like wau lau, you good lor, only think about yourself, then never think of us, we will be covered in a layer of oil after that, and the sound really makes it difficult to sleep... cuase i am a really light sleeper....somemore you are such a health freak, you come back at 8 pm from work and then you go swimming, come back in the afternoon to swim instead of looking after your grandson, wake up at 5 am to jog, you want to eat fried food. very clever hor.....

talking about sleeping, i think Dylan really needs to learn how to sleep on his own , easier said than done, sigh, you know, i sleep with a string from a paper bag every night, it is a habit i pick it up since i was very little, and it helps to calm me down and focus all my energy to the string before i drift off to sleep, i wonder what Dylan's method of sleeping will be? Carried to sleep, cry to sleep? Oh gawd..... i even brought the string into the operating theatre cause it kept me calm.....let's pray Dylan find his soon......