Two weeks of hell...two weeks of heaven. Can't decide which is which. But no matter....it's all come to an end. Two weeks of hell because the kids have been around me all day long for fourteen days twenty-four seven. Between laughing and giggling, there was a lot of squabbling going on as well. I feel guilty for feeling good that they're back in school and I have that couple of hours to work COMPLETELY in peace!
Two weeks of hell because it's back to the same-ole same-ole again. Waking up bug-eyed at six in the morning again and getting tired the moment the clock strikes 1.30pm. It's odd but it's always the same time. And then I perk up around 3pm, then head downhill again around 7-ish.
Two weeks of heaven because who'd complain of having to wake up at 10.30am? Who'd complain about not having to drive out into the horrendous traffic jam every morning? Who'd complain about having to be Ah-Mat (driver) to the kids...in out, in out, in out. The house lah, don't think of anything else lah, dirty minds, you've got!
So, it's Monday again and I need some Ha-Ha in the blood. I guess you need some too but hey, I've had two weeks of luxury, can't blame the gloom in me, can you?
Here goes. I'll share two of my Ha-Has with you.