What I should be doing at this instance, is start rolling with the reporting.
But I have had a long week, and there's nothing really I'd like to do right now than sleep in my hard smelly bed, with my babies right next to me.
I'd also really like to soak my feet in some flower infused water with a "same-same" lady massaging my tired feet and asking me if I want to get my back massaged because I looked "taayaard.. come come .. i give you goood massaaaassh". And within minutes, I'll be in lalaland for at least 1/2 an hour, only to be slapped by my son, who will coo his gentle words of "mama, nyak". That would be "mama, I want to breastfeed.. now!" in english. He'd give me a big 6 teeth showing smile and well...dive in?
Well, then. Here I am instead. At the lobby of the Radisson Hotel. Waiting for the 3 something cue to the airport. The couch's pretty comfy. I could sleep right now, if not for the 3 ladies behind the front desk, the travelling business man chatting on his IM, and the buzz of activity in and out of the hotel.
Here I am, also waiting for a friend who's flying in from New York.
but..
Ahhh Sleep..where art thou my love?
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