Monday Moanday

Mondays are when slow starters like me drag our feet and takes hours to jump start.

I miss having my children talking to me only after I finish my coffee.
I miss my children. Period.

I miss practising my aiming. And I miss scaring them from around the corner.
I miss having lunch with partner-in-crime Rooney. I miss my one key to open a hundred doors. I miss going for the vertigo effect at the Penthouse.

I miss walking down the staircase every evening.

I miss terrorising my children.

I miss being able to call something my own.

I miss having 2 hour lunches. I miss bringing house tours. I miss my Butlers.

What I do not miss is, Helen. I also do not miss the big G of the cock. I also do not miss JL.

But having a team of children, really does make up for having to put up with JL and the big G of the cock.


Most of all the things that I don't miss, with a lot of hatred and revenge, was Housekeeping. The never ending terrors of Housekeeping. The never ending head-to-head I had with Housekeeping. The magic disappearance of the Asahi newspaper of my quietly-loudly odd couple. The tiring lack of consistency of Housekeeping, that, I did not miss. I do not miss.

But as he is apprentice of mighty ET. And I have had enough heartaches and fights with him in ET's office. That, I really do not miss. (Or maybe ET's leally leally, LOL!)


At 9.00 pm, still in the office. Taking an hour to try to complete this posting. I am still trying to jump start my Moanday.

Means to an end... Means to an end.. Means to an end..
Means to a destination office... Means to an end.

It's all about conditioning. Sometimes, about delivery of my Chai.

Work on little successes with this means to an end shit. Focus on silver linings. Anything. Do what I have to.

Keep the faith, Shine, keep the faith.

With so many mantras, it's amazing I am still trying to wake up to a better day. And it's night already.

Early bird catches the worm. I guess I'll be the earliest, if my target is tomorrow.