I Just Find This Picture Funny. =)

I Promise...

...to be a better wife and mother tomorrow.

I haven't adjusted to my schedule yet. It's hard.

My husband and I hardly get to see each other during the week and there's so much to do during the weekend. My husband's schedule had been shifting for the past week so we did not have simultaneous rest days. There have been more than once where his baon is just some random de lata because I'm just too tired to cook him a real meal after coming home from work. There have been instances of impatience and snappy retorts because we're just not used to our schedule. I don't like feeling crabby. I miss my husband. =(

I would come home and Wolf would already be asleep. He would wake me at around 7 am, giving me roughly only 5 hours of sleep daily. I have these big bags under my eyes and sometimes, I would fall asleep while my son goes through Sesame Street, Mickey Mouse, Tigger and Pooh, Little Einsteins, and Handy Manny. Sometimes he would clamber on top of me, pulls my hair to give me a wake up call.

Before I know it, it's time to prepare for work. And the cycle would go on.

Unless, I start pulling myself together, quit whining and start moving my butt to make things better.

(>.<)

Office Space

This is my workstation. It's my own corner where I can sulk. Sing. Laugh. Surf. Whatever. And yeah, I forgot about this: Work. Heh.

So, yesterday, I personalized my station. Which is fine in this company, (unlike some) as long as you don't violate any HSSE Rules (sorry, company jargon).

On top of my station rests the following:

• Mr. Potato Head disguised as Optimus Prime
• My Ultraman pen holder
• Vibro-Ultraman for those lonely nights. Joke. Heh.
• A book about 'Infamous Killers.' A light reading for avail times.
• A box where I keep my stash of high-calorie contraband such as chips and chocolates. Heh.

My CPU

And these. These helps me get through the day. =)

Laughing Gas

Power Tripping

I may be a newbie but I'm not a pushover.

Me and My Punk