Yesterday after work, rushed to pick up kids and reached home at 8:15pm. Bathed the children and myself, changed into my pyjamas and no bras at 8:30pm.
Have 2 hungry children waiting to be fed, plus a hungry stomach of mine. At 8:45pm when I was feeding Ian and talking on the phone (seriously) on some crisis at home (don’t ask), DING-DONG! The door bell rang.
She was here last week, but called before she came. She tried to sell some financial products. She offered to come by again to show me a proposal. I turned her down, because to get a financial product I’d rather buy from financial expert, instead of anyone who ask me to ‘help her financial status’ instead of offering me something to ‘help my financial’.