that my saturdays are free.
free- meaning it is not confined to cramming for class or going to the hospital for the kids' check-ups. well, technically, the check-ups are still there. but it is no longer the kind that is marred by mindless hassling to cram all those cases, provisions and annotations. especially not with those professors that do not inspire but merely wield terror.
now, my two-year old, anzo, is turning the already topsy-turvy room upside down.
and he is peeling off the lime-green blanket of his older brother so he can hide under it. and he's shrieking like a banshee again. such a lovable adorable kid. a handful yes, but still so adorable. the higher force still loves me after all. why else would he give me three beautiful angels to give me purpose, to drive me crazy with and to love all my heart with. thank you. where my three angels are fine, all is well in misty's universe.
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