Dread

Waking up with nausea,
and big dark clouds of gloom,
I dragged my feet there.

A Quiet Morning

Without the Man and the children,
on a rainy morning,
after the housework.

Wanted to chill with a cup of coffee

But can't help but be slightly depressive,
with the uncertain future,
the stress of going back to work,
the return of husband (will we quarrel yet again),
the errands I must be in charge of.

If I were to do this all over again,
I am not sure if I will do the same.

Shopping

Rain rain go away
come again another day
Elaine wants to play.

I want to go NBC to buy some paper.

What's my Dream?

In a big house with a garden and a pool,
spending time the girls,
playing, swimming, baking, reading,
with the man and a dog.

For all to be together
happy and healthy.

Birthdays

It came and went, 

with wishes, presents, a meal and some drinks.

Yesterday, 

it had a late start, 

built up with high expectations, 

hit the climax when the dinner venue was revealed.

Today, 

remnants of yesterday remained.

All else remain the same.

Tomorrow, 

memories it will be.

Seeing David

Should I prepare what I want to tell him or should I just let the conversation flow?

If I just let the conversation flow...

it will not be efficient but I will be me.

If I prepare a speech...

it will be too contrived but more efficient, 

as long as I am being truthful (will I?).

What should I do?

Moments

Moments of quietness are unpredictable now, hence are very precious.
Like now...

With my laptop, Monsters on TV, one on my lap, another one in the rocker asleep.
Mum is cleaning.
Husband and MIL are out.

Peace.
Love.