I want to cook again. Like really cook- putting something together
with love and feeling that warm fuzzy feeling while seeing it bubble
in the oven or on the stove. For these past months, I've just managed
to pop things in the oven in time before Rei wakes up/needs my
attention. There's no real cooking or baking there. Such a pity.
Hopefully as her bedtime routines get more settled, it'll be easier.
But by then... I'll be off to work.

I'm not sure how some mums manage to be the perfect mummy, hot/caring/
supportive wife, great friend, excellent at work, and still have
energy or time to maintain the house, much less cook well and blog
abt it. Oh and sleep. And still look decent without sleep.

It's kinda tough eh??? Rewarding but tough.

Gotta take baby steps...