† Friday, February 27, 2009
sometimes,
i would have dreams about my children.
once, it was 3 girls.
then it was 4 boys.
then it was a set of identical twin girls and a fraternal twin boys.
then it was adopting 8 children.
and when i wake up, i'd usually end up lying in bed and pretending that the kids are running around outside or pestering me to wake up.
and its during these mornings that i can almost feel someone lying beside me, breathing softly.
and when i finally wake up, i know the day would suck.
when i daydream, my mind wanders to how to best fit my children in my house.
the boys in the biggest room?
and would the girls need a attached bathroom?
should the baby sleep with us?
or in a nursery?
should i make them go to the same school?
or let them have a choice from the start?
should i interfere in their choice of CCA too?
or let them do what they want?
should i be strict over their boyfriends or girlfriends?
should i be stricter with the boys or the girls or all of them?
would my girls grow up to break boys' hearts?
or get rejected again and again.
and please let my boys be nothing like their useless dad.
the sad, sad fact is that.
i would never get to make this choices.
in fact i dont even know why am i thinking so hard and planning so hard,
when all it does is raise my hopes.
hopes that comes crashing down everytime i wake up.
sigh ...
snippets . @ 8:58 AM
