3 pm Entry.

He doesn't realize it but I do. Women are built with this instinct to begin noticing little changes in men when he started to take extra interest in the way a TV newscaster put on her make-up, or the dress she's wearing. Out of the blue, all the women that come on TV are extra pretty and sweeter than (the one sitting next to him on a couch thinking about a son that hasn't fully recovered from a bad cough.)

Is this his way of telling me that I had better keep up with those dolls on TV? Or that I smell of cooking oil and sweat? Well who wouldn't after what I went through today having to cook three separate meals while trying to deal with a leaking washing machine and figure a way how to fit in the new schedule that the school had worked up to make the life of a housewife like me even more chaotic. They've changed the timing of the Taekwondo class and I only got to know about it from a friend while exchanging notes about how difficult it is to get sugar these days.

I can't bother him with these things. It's my job. I'm supposed to handle these things like a superwoman that I am. Don't they've got Mother's Day to acknowledge things I do 364 days in a year to make that special day oh so special? Am I not born a woman and a woman is supposed to do these things in silence. Am I not supposed to close my eyes and think of heaven when he turns off the light, or is it me who supposed to turn it off for him so he can do his job undisturbed by little details like that?

I need to go pick up number four from piano lesson, and pick number two from tuition. Should be home by 4.30 to start dinner for him. Will blog later.