Matin would be my youngest brother, 23 years old. Still single but not available. I had to import him from home as I needed help to manage my kids. He was God sent. Like Wow. He was able to not only do the basic stuff I ask of him but more – like taking out the trash and washing up our breakfast dishes. Sometimes it is those little things that make me happy. I wish he could stay longer.
But Life must go on.
With Mr Husband just 2 days back home, I’m already having a headache putting up with his antics. Some jokes are just not funny anymore. I am still sleep deprived and my body hurts like hell. I don’t like my new job. I love my new friends though.
My next leave will be in May and maybe, just maybe that time – I get to have a good body massage.