This is the 2nd week that Hus is doing his reservist. Thad and I are staying at mum's.
I'm not very sensitive to Thad's cry for the past 2 nights so my mum did the night duties. I feel kind of bad though i get very good rest in exchange. I slept very early because there isn't a need to be travelling back home and I'm not intrigued to watch the shows that the rests are watching. I'm just not a TV person very much.
I go back to mum's straight after work everyday, then i will play with Thad until i need to take dinner together with Janna when she's back. Then i'll play with Thad again till it's time for him to sleep between 8 - 9pm.
Then i'll shower and sleep too. So i wake up naturally at around 6am and start getting ready for work. Then Thad will continue sleeping without waking up to bid me goodbye. It makes me missing him the whole day.
This morning, I bade him goodbye with a kiss and as i was walking out of the room, i saw a photo of Fat Thad at 3 months old. I suddenly miss him alot. I realised how fast time flies and there's nothing you can do to go back. I was so convinced that staying home mum is so for me.
Time only go ONE WAY -->
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