It takes courage, to enjoy it...

I reselected my template. Thanks Seashells!

I found an old love letter. Well it wasn't exactly a love letter because we weren't even dating but it was one of those letters that when you read again after 13 years you feel that perhaps you missed a few signals. He clearly talks about his unrequited love for another girl but the feel of it... The "I'll miss you more than you'll know..." feel. Sigh. Perhaps the read was heightened by the shriek of The Girl's high-pitched "Maaa! Chutney no tail face-face owie" (translation: Mother, tell Chutney to stop hitting me in the face with his tail).

I used to be a hoarder. I used to keep little mementos and knick-knacks. When I hit 30, something snapped and I realized that I hated clutter. I've purged so much in the past few years but something about these letters makes me feel like I want to keep them. It's not a romantic, still pining away for him feeling They make me feel like a different me, not necessarily a better or worse me, just different. I like that. F.K., if you ever read this, thanks. Thanks for making me feel special despite never being in a room alone with me. Last I heard, your wife was finishing her teaching courses in Chennai. I hope one day you can meet D because I know you'd like him a lot.

My week in review:

This week was Spring Break so I took a few days off to hang with the Boy. Unfortunately I never checked his social calendar which turned out to booked. Between my parents and D's parents the Boy has hardly been home.

This is the 6-foot Easter basket that my dad bought for him.


The dilemma is we don't let the kids play with toy guns at home yet there is now a basket full of projectiles and weapons.

To celebrate our wedding anniversary this past week D took my out for raspberry martinis.


Wednesday, the Boy and I took a road trip to Wisconsin where I dropped him off at D's parent's place.



Grandma Mary sent back cookies.
Pastel M&Ms
Peanut Butter Drops



We took the Girl out for sushi. Earlier in the week when we went out for dinner she was an angel. Our waiter gushed every time she said "Tank you" and "Mo bed peeze". This time she was grumpy and spilled a bowel of miso soup all over herself during a tantrum over wanting more tomatoes.


Here she is mastering chop sticks (before she used them as a weapon.)

This afternoon D, the Girl and I took a road trip back to Wisconsin to pick up the Boy. Grandma Mary lives in the Mecca of outlet malls. It is the promised land for shopping with everything from The Gap to Nine West to Versace. I'm not much of a shopper but there's something about being there that makes me enjoy the experience.

Grandma Mary, just like my parents, spoil the kids to death. I think that's what I'm missing in my life. Someone to periodically cater to all my whims and needs, in addition to plying me with donuts for breakfast.





We were all exhausted by the time we got home. We had dinner and took a little walk before bathtime. My friends called and wanted to know if I wanted to go out to dinner and drinks with them but I declined. Maybe it was the day's activity or maybe it's my age but nothing sounded better then a bubble bath and a good book. I think I used to shy away from admitting stuff like that but I don't care anymore. I'm 33 and I'd rather stay home and read. Deal with it.