In moments like these…

The neighbour above us did some drilling work in the late night, waking Faith up and since then, she has had waking moments now and then. I turned to look at the hubs, he’s sound asleep.

I woke up with sore shoulders, numb fingers but forced myself up to the crying of Faith. It’s already 7.30am! Goodness! So late. I must have been real tired.

Tied my hair, steamed my corn, breastfed the baby and looked around.

The dining table’s a mess with letters unopened, purchased stuff lying on the wooden top. Haiz.

Piles of clothes, unironed, on the sofa. Haiz.

Faith’s clothes, not washed, and it seems like a good sunny day. Haiz.

Floor’s a bit dusty. Yikes.

I craved for kaya toast and coffee to wake this lethargic spirit.

In moments like these, I wish that I’m back at work, with a little independence of sorts and having adults to talk to and joke with.

Now, it’s me, baby, walls and household chores.

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And the hubs came back early to surprise me with what I craved for. *Satisfied and so loved*

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