Today was one of those frustrating Sundays where you allow yourself to hope for a day packed with activities and satisfaction (a day off well spent!) which inevitably results in disappointment.

But then it's my own fault for harbouring false expectations when I know that it's not in the nature of our household to be active or pro-active about packing a schedule.

My particular problem is that I tend to sulk, which then makes the day bitter for everyone else.

I had hoped to leave the house by 10 in the morning, thanks to a monotonous but persistent fantasy of having a leisurely brunch somewhere with a book or the papers, kids included. Reality: We didn't get up till 10, me and JD, and it wasn't till 1.15 that we were ready to leave the house, at which point I had already lost the will to live. It occurred to me then that I have difficulty motivating those in my charge to do anything. This includes getting writers to produce work prolifically and in a timely fashion.

With that gloomy thought in my head, I allowed myself to be turfed out of the house in search of food.

As the day turned out, it wasn't bad, though we made some bad decisions, namely to brave Vivo City (after we had narrowly escaped it by having lunch at Spizza in Harbourfront), and Sentosa. It is not my idea of time well spent to dive straight into crowds -- on the sky train, on the beach, in the public showers. I resorted to filling a Snapple bottle under the tap and rinsing my poor shivering children that way, to avoid waiting for a shower and missing our movie at Vivo City.

That was the highlight of the day -- watching Fantastic Four 2 at GV. 1) The airconditioning was a blessing 2) We had Superdog for dinner, snuck into the cinema, JOY. 3) We didn't have to elbow anyone while in our seats.

And there goes another weekend. Note to self: Don't expect this lot to be overachievers for funfilled weekends. And don't sulk. It ruins the hair to have a bad face go with it.