What I Said, I Didnt Mean It, In THAT Way, Anyway...

So, I was blissfully in love yesterday, and the day before. Can't really say for the days before that. I can't remember.

But yesterday, after 2 days of lazing about the house with my baby, we fought. And for the very first time, I yelled at my baby. No. I yelled back at my baby. I yelled things that I should've kept to myself. For that, I am so so sorry.

So my baby left in the wee hour this morning to work. No goodbyes. Nothing. Just open the door and left.

I felt bad. Seriously. This domestic thing is not for me. I yelled. I feel bad. Being yelled at feels just as bad. So no yelling from this day on.

Then as I was pondering how bleak my day is without my baby and as I was thinking of my baby, I received a text message. Long story short. My baby came back for me (tho, my baby hissed when I touched) the most important thing is, my baby came back!

Now to start working on how to make my baby talk again... Adei...

Bright Blue Sky Outside, But Inside...