"Cute baby. Niiiice legs!"

"Melissa, boil water."
"Melissa, make me a tea."
"Melissa, put the kettle on, I want a coffee."
"Melissa, make me a tea, you always make it perfect."
"Melissa, why isn't the kettle boiled already? Didn't I ask you to make me a tea? Make your uncle a coffee too, while you're at it."

These are just some of the 'orders' I am asked to fulfill throughout the day, and most definitely in the early aftenoons, which is their morning, when they finally get up to start the day.

Am I upset over this? Not really. I just count it as trying to please them. My days are filled with orders and tasks done to please, on top of caring for my son, which is a whole 'nother job on it's own.

This afternoon, when my aunt decided to wake up finally, I was able to go to the mall with S to pick up his various essentials. My uncle, always too sick to play babysitter, again refused to watch him. After much pleading and trying to show how important it is that I pick up the essentials today, she decided that I could bring S along with me.

Naturally, she drove me to the mall and dropped me and S off. I got everything that I needed and I was finished within the hour. I waited another 2 hours for her text saying that she's back to pick me up. Never got a text until finally she called me. She asked if I was done, I said: "Since about 2 hours ago" and then she told me that she was on her way to pick me up.

Walking to Walmart to meet her, I was stopped by an old friend of mine, she checked out the baby, complimenting him on his 'cuteness' and how much hair he had, and then she turned to me and said simply: "You look smaller!"

I was naturally startled by the comment, and replied with: "Really?"

"Yeah, I mean, even before you got pregnant, you look good, Mel. Really."

I said: "Uh, thanks!" and we both went our separate way.

Needless to say, I got a random compliment from a stranger, once I got closer to Walmart, which sounded like: "Cute baby. Niiiice legs!" I smiled. I couldn't help it. I do have a cute baby.

Tonight, I've been spending most of my time typing away at this $19 keyboard I spoiled myself with, trying to get used to the keys. It's sleek, smooth and kinda looks like one of those fancy Mac keyboards, nothing at all like the 1998 version of keyboard that I have been using, which nearly broke on me - so I'm glad I spoiled myself. I'm getting better and better at typing with it. I'm not making as many mistakes as I was when I first started, nearly 3 hours ago.

Three hours.. I never know how long I've really been online until I look at the time, and think: "Wow, I spend a lot of time on the internet."

I got a text message from my friend Isabel about an hour ago, telling me that her boyfriend dumped her. Again. I'm always getting messages from her, always telling me that her newest boyfriend dumped her, because "he isn't interested in a relationship right now" or "he's just not right for her" or "I work all the time, it's not fair to you". I never know what to tell her. Thankfully this time, all I had to say was "I'm sorry. He's just stupid."

Then, she texted me with: "I'm sorry that I pushed our plans back because of him. Wanna hang out around 1-ish tomorrow afternoon?"

Of course I said yes. She has a reliable car, and I know without question that she'll want to hang out with S too. She enjoys him, and isn't like one of those friends that always make you feel bad that you have a child, and can't do what they want when they want to all the time.

I'm looking forward to it. It'll get me out of the house, she'll have her CD playing good music, she'll vent to me and all I'll have to do is smile and nod and say stuff occasionally like: "Let's go find cute guys at the mall!" She'll decline, of course, and I'll smile again. Because I know she knows I hate pointing out cute guys, and screaming "Dat ass!" out loud, while hiding behind a clothes rack.

... I'll do it without hiding behind the clothes rack. =P

Oh, post-pregnancy, you can really get a bolder sense of yourself. :)

- Melly