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…