And yes, I am exaggerating

But not by that much, really.

The trip to the Indonesian embassy was made memorable as I was interviewed by two different officers on how and why the passport went missing. Like, hello? I don't want to get all defensive but the key words were "moved house" and "passport missing" and I have only repeated it all afternoon. I told them we discovered the passport was missing a week before we made the police report as we wanted to make sure we went through all of the boxes. Only to be told that I should've waited for a month before declaring the passport lost. If looks could kill, I would've been held for murder.

The second interview was with another officer who wanted to know how much I paid my helper and how often she gets her day off. Which were harmless questions but I wasn't in a sociable mood anymore, after five hours of mostly waiting, at the embassy. And then of course, I read a story like this which makes me angry because again, employers of domestic helpers need all the bad rep they can get, right?

Preparing Sara for her math exam is taking its toll on me. I have had two bouts of migraine and I think I have finally suitably confused her with my explanations and terrified of me getting all upset when she still doesn't get the concept I was trying to desperately explain to her. I am just thankful that she doesn't need much help with her languages and that we only need to focus on Maths. I am trying very hard to keep my eyes on the ball here.

And Farah has completed her exams but is throwing herself (far too much, I think) in her school drama club. I got really upset when she came home way after dinner and didn't even bother to call to let me know. I hit the roof and gave her a piece of my mind, resulting in much pouting and sulking (her, not me).

The husband will be back tomorrow and it can't come sooner because I am about ready to collapse. And that, is no exaggeration.