There was a slight drizzle this morning on the way to work, and that wasn't helping me any further. Forget about any sense of personal space whenever you're traveling on the MRT, or that you may have to jostle with rude people along the way.

I am still tired from last night's bus trip back down south. It was smooth all the way except for the snag before reaching the Tuas CIQ. The bus queue was excruciatingly slow moving and took us about 40 minutes to reach the parking bays. Inside the CIQ, the queue was non-existent, a blessing. It still took me until 12.30am to reach the apartment.

While on the way, the wife called me just before reaching JB. Amir was a bit disjointed, searching for me before bed time. He's ok actually, he knows I'm at work far away but he's still a little confused. Once in a while, he'll cry out for me when he jumps into our bedroom, still thinking I'm there. He still thinks that I'll be back later at night. One time, he rushes to the door at the sight of car lights turning into the house next door. Another time, he was angry with the house help for making hot drinks at night when I wasn't even home yet. Boy, it's gonna take a while for him to fully adjust.

Adam? He's as good as he can be, so used to being left on his own. Plus, he's at the age that he could easily grasped complex ideas and thoughts. He's the boy that I had to leave for 2 months when he was barely 3 years old.

All else being fine, we as a family are slowly adapting and adjusting to the current weekday arrangements. I'm trying to make it a point to travel back home every weekends so as to make the boys, Amir specifically, a bit more adjusted and relaxed. I need to adjust a lot too. It gets kinda lonely going home to an empty apartment when I was so used to listen to my kids laughing, talking, screaming & shouting every night. Not forgetting, missing the warmth of my wife sleeping next to me.

Who ever said it's going to be easy?