His presence makes a difference

For the past two nights, MDH (My Dear Husband - note new ref ehem...)had an NPCC camp at Ubin. I felt that the house was just different and I was especially moody. I think I was rather unfair to the kids. Should have spent more time with them rather than just be with them. That was partly because MDH was not around to hear my grouses etc.

I didn't cook except for rice when he was away. I just heated kheema that MIL gave two days earlier and ate with the kids. The fishes that I attempted to thaw went in and out of the freezer a few times. Little motivation.

But things took a turn when he was coming home this morning. Suddenly I had drive to be a little more useful. I cooked Fish Curry and Spinach with soup. The Fish Curry was a bit watery but never mind, more importantly, it's edible. Got the kids to help clean up the house a bit. When I announced to the elder one that Abah's coming home, he immediately opened the door, though, MDH was perhaps, still at the jetty. He clearly missed his dad very much.

When he was finally home, he kissed and hugged everybody. You know what... actually that was the first time he was away for three whole days and two nights. His camps used to be in school and he would come home to pick up things or say hello or whatever. We never really part for that long before.

He then put aside his things, smelling something not right from the elder son's nappies, cleaned and changed him. He got ready to send the elder one to his Enrichment Class.

He didn't show signs that he was tired even though he was the OC of the camp, except almost dozing off while waiting for the elder son to finish his class.

I missed him and now that he's back, I seem to have a little more drive to start again. I should be a little more self-driven but you see there's always a gap between what you are and what you should be. I'm trying and I should be. Insya Allah.