It is 1 week after the last post. I am still missing home... I still want to tear when I begin to think of home. I am such a cry baby. helo, whoever reading my blog, i m still thinking of you. =)
In this 1 week, we have moved to the new place. It is double storey (I have muscle ache after 2 days of climbing up n down the stairs many many times!), fully carpeted except toilets, dining and kitchen area, has a little front yard. It feels like going to a chalet when I first move in. But as we start shifting things around, buying things to fill the house, it feels a little like dream home cos it is something I wouldn't have in Singapore.
And I begin my life as a home maker. It is a very busy job, with packed schedules and timeline to meet, oh, and with budget too. It is like doing a coordinator + operation job at the same time. My to do list is always increasing, with the priority changing at different time of the day.
It is so packed and mundane that I need to fb/msn at night to feel that I still belong to myself. (maybe only I understand what I am talking here). It is like my daily routine is determined by caleb's meal, caleb's play, caleb's abc & 1,2,3. Yet, there is fulfilment in itself as you spend the day with caleb, just being busy with his stuff. aiya, it is so hard to explain the dilemma I am facing.
I am also busy planning my MIL's visit. IT IS VERY DIFFICULT to plan someone's holiday!!!
I want to post some very beautiful pictures when I got time. that's like #?? in my list. hee...