Yesterday was my sister's wedding.
The night before, all of us were tossing and turning in bed going through our minds what we had to do only the next day.
Reckon all of us (as in the Hoong family only) had only 2-3 hours of sleep. We greeted each other the next morning with HUGE black bags under our eyes.
It was an adrenalin high for me. I had lots to do, tasks which I ticked off 'done' in my head. And I carried the ang paus everywhere I went as well as the bags of presents.
I was more stressed as the glorified MAID than when I was the bride! And tears threatened to overflow more often than when I, as the bride had to say my vows or make my speech.
Now, my son is down with a cough and flu (courtesy of my cousin from Australia). My parents have left back to Ipoh, towing him along. Poh Poh feels it better to quarantine him from Caylee since she is due for her shots this week.
After the rush, I am at an all time low. And without my son to occupy me, I am listening to songs all too sentimental to bring me out of this valley. Maybe I need to sleep.