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I'm enjoying every second of it, melt in the process, and thank God it went well. It's irrelevant though, cos it's only been a few days. But hey, off a good start!

Woke up earlier than your hubby is the key really. So you'll have time to get everything done once he wake up.
For me, I got up on 6 ish (my best effort, could've been better. LOL)
First thing to do of course let the fresh air goes into the house, drink water, and I go straight into the kitchen preparing breakfast. 

Errr OK I lied.
First thing to do is showering hubby with kisses :)

And then the aforementioned above, and then clean the house. It's not that hard cos we're blessed with this tiny house that let us clean it by ourselves. As matter of fact, it takes only less than an hour to get everything done. I usually do the laundry first.

When hubby wakes up, the house is all clean and breakfast is set on the table. We're having breakfast together, getting ready, then off to work. That's more or less my morning activity now.
Yoga is still in my schedule twice a week tho..

Mother asked whether I need a helping hand or not. I politely said no cos I guess I can do it all by myself. When you do things sincerely with all your heart, everything seems much easier. I committed to devote all my life for my family and I believe there's always a sacrifice. But it's so worth it. 

Oh and finally I brought Tom Tom to live with us. We tried to bring both Loubi and Tom Tom but unfortunately it didn't work out. Loubi barks all night long and our neighborhoods were upset that night. So we decided to adopt Tom Tom and bring Loubi back to my parent's house. Tom Tom is surprisingly a very nice and loving puppy. How I love our little family :D 



Grateful
beyond
measure. 



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