1. Seeing Mika and Pascal tucked in safely in their beds with their cheeks pressed against the pillows and the blanket drew up to their chin.

2. Blowing morning kisses to Mika and see his nose puffier when he tried to do his best to pretend that he did not like it.

3. Wake up in the morning and found that my surrounding in enveloped by midst.

4. Have a good book, a cup of coffee and a free time to spend.

5. Buried my toes in the sand and felt ocean wave touch it gently.

6. Had my Mom’s good food and knew that more are coming.

7. Had a good silly unimportant conversation with my brother.

8. Endless laugh and love.

9. Coming home to know that everything will be all right because my husband is there.

10. My life in general and my job in particular.

 What about yours?

My weekend started with me and a bunch of my colleagues including one colleague from Gresik went karaoke-ing at Happy Puppy. After a whole day meeting sitting on our numb arse, it felt so GREAT (with capital letter) to be able to sing on the top of our lungs and let the steam out. The song collection was satisfying my psycho taste or that’s how my friend’s called my kind of songs. I was estatic to find ColdPlay songs in the song list - which is rare. The athmosphere was also great. We planned to do it again when our Gresik colleague come to Jakarta again.

On Saturday I went to salon to highlight my hair. I was not sure where my brain was when I agreed to put 3 colors into my hair. Blond, burgundy and brown. I was so shocked to find strands of platinum blond when the hair stylist took away the paper. I felt like dying it black again! Needless to stay, after 2 depressing days I must admit that I kinda like the result now. It made me look a bit like of Cruella Devil . I love it.

And on Sunday afternoon, hubby and I went to watch Pirates of the Caribbean: at World’s End and I totally love it! I love Jack Sparrow, I love Davy Jones and I deeply madly in love with Orlando Bloom. But what I love most if the Flying Dutch. The ghost vessel is so cool!! It’s truly a feast for my seen-too-many-numbers eyes. 

After that, we took a stroll around the mall. Had a coffee in Cafe Regal and had asinan, soto betawi and nasi goreng kambing at Cafe Betawi. We went home with full stomach and heart. Har! Har!

Despite the fact that I love working and grateful to have a well paid job that fulfill my sense of achievement, I have always secretly envy hubby for able to do things that he really love from home.

Honestly speaking, nomatter how much I love working with numbers and profiling human behavior, hubby’s flexi hours and freedom from corporate life has always made me feel a little bit behind of everything. And I mean, everything happened at home. From taking Mika to school and pick him up. Attending PTA meeting in Mika’s school. Taking Pascal to the doctor. Got the chance to pick the fabric for our sofa set. Decorating the house. Paint the house. I didn’t get the chance to do all that and he got. Well, of course there were always weekend and public holiday but I usually dead tired and look for nothing but some space and quieteness around the house.

But boy, it blew me real hard when I read this. I feel sooo jealous and for a moment I seemed unable to concentrate. Please don’t get me wrong, I do love his writing and admire his honesty. I just felt saddened by the fact that it was not for me.

Oh well, that’s the trade off that I have decided to take. Every decision came with a price. And maybe, I put a little bit of hope here, the assignment was to write a letter to his father and not to his mother. What do you think? Am I being overly optimistic here?

Added 12 hours later:

The final blow came this morning when I asked Mika whether his teacher asked to write a letter to Papa or to anyone he wants. He told me that his teacher asked him to write a letter to whoever he likes. Ouch! Hics…