Two weeks from today, I'd be tucked uneasily into my office chair, poring through what would be an endless pile of letters and invitations and papers. Of course, since September 8 would be a Friday, I am hoping it would be a breeze-- sports afternoon Friday woohoo!-- unless someone decides to pile up my work for me to attend to once I am back to work. That happened after I returned to work after my nikah leave by the way. And it was very, very unpleasant. Yup. Will be back to work... in two weeks. On a Friday. Not bad. Truth be told, I have never been good with babies. OK lah, children in general. I know myself to be a bit iffy with newborns and babies-- their crying bothers me and breaks my heart at times. Don't get me started with those who have started asking questions that you begin to scramble for answers in your head (only to find none of them is comprehensible to a growing mind), or the ones who are plain rowdy, hitting you randomly or ones who have tantrum problems.