after 8 years

well, I never dreamed to get married and have my very own sons clinging me around....
After 8 years++++, here they are..the boys...farhan and ammar....

About me in 8 years plus as an ummi and wife:
1. Unsure about my feeling sometimes being mum and wife in the house, respectively.
2. Think I am the bossy wife but very rare to conclude it. Yeah, I will keep my mouth nagging over mr. in the house if the red flag is raising high.
3. More childish than the boys when no one realized it. Dancing and hopping with farhan like a teletubbies stuff.
4. Quite often, create new terminology in uncertain event, e.g. syilainai, chocok lokmo, pontako and many more. And for sure, the youngest boy do remember it well and tie me up sometimes with an explanation on his ummi thesaurus. Shall I call it fussbonster thesaurus. fussbonster was my childhood imaginary friend.
5.Always dream a cup of coffee for my weekend before the trouble makers awake. till now, still not having any..since I keep dozing on the sofa instead of knock up the kitchen stuff.
6.Not that good to pursue my Phd study but I called it as rewards from Allah. Now, I don't really sure how can I end up this study.
7.skinny...I was fat in my old day times (50kg).It a must since I was practiced my taekwando at that time.
8. Perhaps, one day, I can get my own painting room with big canvas to paint anything.

at least, I make a good start talking about me..hee...hee..No story to tell..beb