Days Like These

I spent the whole afternoon out. I just needed to get out of the house. I had a good catch up with a friend. I went for a massage. The lady said my whole body was very stiff. I’m not supposed to be drinking so much ice water. I reached home and felt irritated again. HJ told me to go out after dinner for ‘me time’…. read a book, catch a movie. He and our helper would settle Nat.

So I did just that. 

I decided against exercising because I went to the gym for two days in a row and I figured my body could do with a break today before I resume gyming tomorrow.

I went nearby to Seletar Mall, because yesterday we already went Greenwich for ice cream. 

I brought along a murder-thriller novel, given to me by my friend to read during confinement. 

I went to Coffee Bean to get a hot chocolate to accompany my read. 

After about an hour, I decided to walk around and ended up buying some daytime home tees for Nat. 

Before leaving, I went to buy Bak Kut Teh… just because I want to sit at my dining table, sipping hot peppery soup while I continue reading my book. 

Today is strange but it feels good to unwind and do whatever because I feel like it. 

I can’t fully explain why I’m feeling this way. I have absolutely no ill-feelings towards Nat or his daily routines. 

Days like these, it’s okay to not be okay.

When I try to analyze it, I guess I’m just feeling frustrated that almost every weekday is the same routine. I know this may sound ‘crazy’ but I am looking forward to return to work. I guess I just need to get back to doing what I did before Nat. 

Soon. 

– CK 

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