Tomorrow I will have to start early so that I can get back to work before the clock hit seven in the morning. The festival for our saint is tomorrow so I think there will be some guests that will dropped by the house.
On the technical career, I think it will make me happier if this day job is just a few blocks away from home. Commuting for two hours is exhausting and I think for someone who have a pre-school to look after, this is almost a superwoman thing to even imagine. But I am doing it, every week days. And I still have a writing jobs to do on weekends and weeknights.
How do I survived it? Determination. And writing is my outlet from stress, so the part time writing gig is more of a recreation for me.
HB on the other hand is getting taller each day. Last time I checked, he was mistaken for six years old. I am not sure though if it is a good news. Sometime HB is being treated like a six years old and I think this three year old boy is still on the stage of insisting his ideas and opinion. So basically, because of his height he is receiving unfair treatment from us.
sigh. poor HB. But I think he is adjusting, and getting more responsible everyday.
And sweeter too.
GH is already fast asleep and its a good thing because he needs all the energy for tomorrows activities. He will be baby sitting HB while I am on my day job.
Its almost midnight, I think I have to call it a day.
Till next time,folks!
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