Stripes

For Valentine’s day, instead of heading straight to bed upon arrival at 2am, I stayed downstairs to bake a cake. I did it so that when hubby wakes up he will see my gift, as well as a bouquet of flowers.

I only slept for about 2 hours because by 7am, hubby’s alarm kept ringing but he was not beside me. He was already awake. So I had to get up and turn it off. When I went down, everyone was already having breakfast including baby Marc. I also had mine – just a light breakfast because in a few minutes I’d be back to sleep.

Before I went back to sleep, hubby confirmed our lunch date at a Chinese restaurant. Unfortunately, when the alarm went off at 11:20am, I was still sleepy and groggy, so I went back to sleep. I woke up at 12nn and texted hubby, however I misunderstood his message so I just went back to sleep.

He said in his message that their company ordered some food for them, I think fried chicken and noodles or something. So I replied ok. I thought our lunch was already cancelled because he has food already. When I woke up at 12:40pm, he was saying he’s hungry, what time am I going to arrive, stuff like that. So I got confused. Hahaha! Oh well. No more Valentine’s Day lunch. It’s okay, I guess. Nothing special. I was so sleepy, what can I do?

Actually, even now in the office, I’m so sleepy. I went for a quick nap, 15 minutes, at the gym. But it did not help alleviate my headache. I think it’s already a migraine attack, or tension headache. Gah! I want to go home!

By the way, here’s a picture of the striped cake (choco, vanilla, apple), but since I was using the webcam to take this picture, it’s not recognizable if it’s really a cake or something else. I also did not pour the ganache on top but just put it on the side (for dipping). Too bad, it got shaken during its trip to the office.

Baby Marc ate squash today and finished his lunch. Yesterday and the other day, he also finished his lunch because the food was mung bean stew, his favorite. Our daily menu is just a repetition of the previous week’s – only those that he eats – because we aim to please the little tyke.

it’s me,

figliarina lacrimosa