Days of Our Lives - Chooeypoo & Flapper

It's been about a month since I went on 'vacation' and ceased being my alter ego.  I have... become a lady of leisure overnight and the sudden emptiness of my house was unsettling.  I looked around and all I see is space.  A lot of space.  After some two years of waking up to drool, pee, poop and a mob for four-legged furries staring at you sleepily at 6:30 in the morning, it was strange waking up to an empty space.  I was not depressed over the overnight change of status to tai-tai-ism.  I desperately needed a break and perhaps I needed something this drastic to have a forced vacation with my boys which included a 3D2N stay at SGH (without the boys).

And after some two weeks of being in a drugged out state from the medications and flu that I had conveniently contracted from the hospital, a realisation hit me.  There is a trend running. I.. yes, I... hit a crossroad once every two years (thereabouts) and it is just getting a tad bit tiresome.  At moments like these, the thing is, it is almost like getting cornered into dealing with issues that get kept away in a safe start surfacing.  The mind goes crazy.  Brink of insanity.  The music blasts.  And certain songs go into repeat mode.  OUT.  Need to get out... LIKE NOW.

And fortunately, someone could actually entertain lil ol me this time round.
Breathe. Breathe.

So we went out for dinner, chatted, went somewhere for a drink and some three gins later, the world looks brighter.  It was a fair exchange of bitching and perhaps the silent understanding of the understated emotional grieve as well as the mundane life battles we both have in common.  I was grateful.  Despite his current hectic schedule, he made this time to come out.  That helped.  A lot.  And of course, the three gins too! :D

Then finally coming home to my two darling blonde sons.
They are my constant reminder that everything will be alright.
And Flapper came to lie on my tummy.
He smelt the gin and gave me a disapproving look.
There's just something about nonchalant Flapper.....
Only mummy knows.
Thank God for him.