The BOYS

Now that I am in a writing streak, I shall press on.

I had a wonderful day at my new place yesterday. Took the day off and stayed at home. Had a beautiful home cooked lunch with my "shrink" who shrank me further, hehehe ...... while Noah hung so endearingly close to me the whole day. He wouldn't let me out of his sight. The moment he discovered I am missing from his view, he started wailing for "ma". So sweet and cute right? At only 9 months, he really means what he says of "ma", "pa pa", "mum mum" and "pear". I know I am not supposed to compare but the difference between Chloe and Noah in terms of development is vast.

This write-up is about the boys. Then comes Nigel who came back home really happy last evening, compared to the previous when he was punished for graffiti creation. He was the key supporter of my white fungus dessert, slurping up at least 2 cups of it and wanting more of it than the cake that MY ONE bought. Such supportive audience I have in him. To top it all, though he was chided by yours truly for fussing during his bath, he ran spontaneously to give me a big bear hung before bed, again so endearing my boy.

It's been a LONG While

It's been a long while since I last wrote, no topic, not so, no time definitely. Been hell of a rush at the homefront shifting and playing doctor since the shift. The whole family fell sick including yours truly with mycoplasma and Noah with bronchitis. Still nursing phelm with bloody streaks and hoping against all hopes that Noah's situation improves by Tues, else into the hospital he goes. Somehow the year end has always been a rough time for me, last year in Ithaca too when I was so sick and lonely that MY ONE had to fetch me home. Ray, my god-daughter is also critically ill fighting for her life in the ICU, how down can one get I ask?

Work front has not been smooth sailing too, deadlines, proposals, team-mates, bosses, sigh....to top it all HALF PAY does not translate to HALF TIME. Many days I find myself trapped in a vicious cycle of no money and no time for Chloe, the primary reason for my decision to go half time. Been neglecting her due to work but with my half pay, neither can I afford her the best therapists. Then begs the question of should I have gone further to explore the dangling carrot of being bought out to the private sector?

All these because of my sliding faith? Thankfully, there is MY ONE, the strong and sturdy that carries all the burdens on his shoulders while reassuring me that all will be fine and giving me his blessings to explore the chance at a second career. There's also Chloe who has improved so much since she joined Cat Cove that she is able to perform a musical with her classmates just last Fri and enjoying every moment of it. I fought back tears when I watched video clips of her performance, never in my wildest dream would I have imagined her being able to do so, especially seeing her in the state that she was when I was back about the same time now last year.