The Winter

It's a bit too early for winter, but oh well it feels like it is already here. It's cold, cloudy, dreary outside. It's even chilly inside the house. Something like this makes me want to snuggle and do nothing else. But alas, the world has to start because my little ball of energy woke me up. Can't linger in bed when there are hungry mouths to feed including myself. The husband is still indulging, after all he didn't take a nap yesterday, stayed up late, and woke up early to feed the other little one who woke the household because it's already morning he said.

Maybe it's the weather, I really hope it is. I am feeling this melancholy. This longing to gab and just laugh with all my might. This pang that only girl-friends can fill. I am missing you all, oh so terribly. I don't know where the perfect home would be, but it must exist. There should be a little nook in this world that could fit us all in together with all our loved ones.

Now, I'm back in my kitchen with tales about my thoughts and whatnots. I am back to that quite familiar scent of nostalgia. The last thing I want is for that crazy dark old soul to eat me up without me noticing it. Life is too short for these demons. I resolve to be happy always, because maybe, just maybe these are just pregnancy hormones or the lack of anything better to do but sulk.

Here's wishing that the aroma of the rice cooker and coffee pot will awaken me from this emotional slumber or jetlag... and enjoy this supposedly SUNday. Oh what a bummer!