(paraphrased from a poem titled 'To a skylark' by some random guy named P.B. Shelley :P)

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These last four days, I was really giving myself those four days off, playing with my kids, visiting friends, and spending time with the hubs! We even had a childcare exchange with our friends and went to watch Skyfall on IMAX!!



Speaking of the hubs, I must let you know that I am pretty miffed with him just now. Something on the lines of "this house is a mess", "how can you be checking your email now?", "can you stop blogging?" went on these four…

Big A is not a good loser. He gnashes his teeth and goes around with a dark cloud hanging over his head. When he was younger, he used to lash out with his words and even his fists.



I keep encouraging him to accept the fact that he will not always win, even at times when he knows that he has tried his best. I try and explain that it is how you play the game that matters most, not what happens in the end. I also try to exemplify how a good loser should…