The irony of it all

I want to blog about my brain turning to mush. But the problem is that it's difficult to blog about when my brain's turned to mush.

I had no idea how much my brain had turned to mush till yesterday. I had told myself that I wanted to head down to Maternity Exchange because I wanted more clothes plus who could resist a sale? So, on my way home from work, I popped down to the mall. Before I headed to the shop, I decided that I should satiate my growling tummy first. The choices of fast food was vast, Macs, KFC, Long Johns... I finally settled for Killiney Kopitiam because I wanted eggs. When I was in line, I reached into my bag to pull out my wallet and that was when I realised, I did not bring my wallet. Huge bag, sunglasses, toiletries pouch, emergency medication, notes, water bottle, card holder, NO wallet! WTF???

So, I had to get out of the queue because I literally had no cash on me to pay for anything. I walked round in a daze a little bit trying to figure out how to get cash without begging. I had credit cards but what good were credit cards if most food outlets that sold snacks didn't take plastic. I settled for a coffee place that had pies and where I could get a drink as well. When I whipped out my credit card- thank goodness for the card holder!- the cashier declined it because it wasn't an Amex. Amex??? Who uses Amex these days? Apparently, they only took Amex. Anyway, I struck out again. No food.

And all because I didn't bring my wallet. It's not true that the world has gone plastic. And it is true that pregnant women have mulch for brains. I knew exactly where my wallet was. On the dining table at home. I had looked at it in the morning and told myself I had to put it into my bag and subsequently walked out of the house with the bag sans wallet.

I was telling a friend that my only consolation is that I can sit and watch my belly for hours as it undulates and basically shows that it has a life of its own. My very own built in entertainment unit. The bad thing is, I'll starve and by extension, the offspring will be hungry if I forget my wallet again and me and the offspring, cannot live on, love, laughter and fresh air.

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