I am working on a paper for monday deadline this weekend. I have my two laptops, BB and ipod on the desk. Enough to keep me occupied.
But the little steps and screams of our neighbor’s 2 year old boy can always distract me anytime. He is just adorable.
This morning I broke down in frustration to his mother as she just ignored him alone, while she was busy doing something else. Can’t help to think that I might be a better mother for him, at least I can provide him with enough food and stuffs.
But looking at my desk, I stumble to the fact that I can only provide part of my time, love and devotion. I gave away my heart to something else long ago
maybe my own baby will change everything? Maybe