Or more like playing house. I have been doing the juggling act again - housekeeping and work and children and husband. And I failed. With a great THUD, I let things fall.

The laundry has reached massive proportions that they need a crane to load them into the washing machine. The dirty plates have long been licked clean by rats and roaches. The floors are so thick with grime one gets stuck when one walks on them. The light cannot penetrate the windows - cobwebs cover them. Of course, I exaggerate. Jude was angry today because I either 1) misplaced 2) given away 3) forgot to wash his undershirts. Horror of all horrors! He stormed out of the house and condemned me to the guillotine. It was melodramatic and I cannot use words to describe the scene.

Trust me when I say it was quite a scene, so much so that I am forced to make a midyear resolution - clean up my acts. That’s right folks, I am going to clean and clean and clean and clean until cleaning becomes a compulsion.

Well, tomorrow is another day and I have the right to change my mind. I am, afterall a GURL.

It’s friday and am happy. Happy over the fact that it will soon be saturday and that I will be free from work-related stress until Sunday. Sunday is the day I worry about Monday. Monday is the day that shit usually hit the fan and I spend the whole day Sunday worrying over what kind of shit will we be having for lunch on Monday.

Come to think of it - it’s not good. Not only am I wasting a good whole day but am actually multiplying my misery. So starting today, I promise not to worry on Sundays and spend the day watching TV. TV is a good distraction. And if you haven’t already noticed, I am talking in this circular fashion.

I’m going to stop at this point because I sound so much like Charlie Brown and I haven’t been reading Peanuts for days now. I’ll go check on Chuck.

Ever wonder how a camera works? I know you’ve probably had it all figured way back in grade school. I am very fascinated with stills and it is my greatest dream to own a very powerful camera. I keep feeling the itch every time I see pictures over the net. I am quite happy with a few pictures from my low-end digicam and from my friends.. and I think it’s more because of the subjects than the actual picture quality.

The subjects are the bane of my existence - the same INDIVIDUALS who gave me love that feels so much like heartbreak.

I have started another blog, this time it’s a photoblog. And this funny almost sober looking woman is me.

What do you do when you have 20 deadlines to beat, a puzzle to solve and are undermanned? I sit back and say out loud: BRING IT ON!

I feel like conquering the world today. That’s from running high on caffeine and sugar. Might collapse later from sensory overload. Until then.