We went to the beach last weekend. The suppose to be 2.5 hours journey was extended into 4 hours journey due to the flood and believe me, when you had baby crying his eye ball out because he wanted to sit on daddy’s lap (who is driving) whilst the big brother screamed in annoyance of hearing such noise, the 4 hours journey feels like 20 hours journey!

Nah, just kidding. The driving was fine. Baby Pascal slept most of the time and Big Brother Mika was busy watching the movie in the car. Due to our mini visto trunk limited capacity, we borrowed hubby’s sister’s car who happened to have TV! So there was Mika contentedly sitting watching endless Nickelodeon.

The stay it self was also pleasant. Although it was a bit cloudy on Saturday, the sun blasted its ray fully only Sunday. We swim, and swim, and swim…moving from the pool to the beach and swim some more. Baby Pascal loved it! He is a natural swimmer and floated right after he hit the water. Mika, on the other hand, was more cautious. He carefully plunged one toes and clung on me possesively. I had to practically hold him before he felt safe enough to venture around. Speaking of character!

And now here I am, 7 pm, still in the office preparing my next trip to London tomorrow. All outstanding work has sorted, or delegated. Presentation material is prepared. Last minute shopping had been done last night. Now the only thing left is to pack my suitcase. I felt a bit sad. 2 weeks away from kids. I knew that I am going to miss them so much. I am going to miss sleeping with Mika, kissing Pascal soft plumpy cheek. Ah, here I am, being silly with my self. It’s only 2 weeks anyway…

Wish me luck, and London, here I come!