
My little cute sweet boy that turns into a dennis the menace that can wear me out to shreds.
And I love him so much he makes me cry.
Impressions, Musings, Questions, and Feelings all running inside of me. Still so many things to Learn, to Accomplish, to Accept. I bare them here, my Space, my Time, my Life.


And so, while the work email is relegated to my Outbox, I called Salon at Home to request for some home service massage for 1.5 hours. Oh-lala! I realized though that only after putting the phone down that I remembered that mom wants me to pick her up from SM after she's through with her Santa Claus hunting. :-( Oh dear, it means having to tell the therapist to stop mid-session and wait for me to get back. :-( Oh well. 
