Identity loss...

I'm such a bore that I always talk about kids, kids and kids. I know. I sound so boring. But the fact is I'm happy, they just make me happy and I'm content with my life, except some days I have a wild thought that I would be away for vacation or I could get myself some bags or I would pick up some swimming or piano lessons. I'm fickleminded. Today, I burnt a big hole in my pocket because I got someone a gift to celebrate the Father's Day. Ok, I bought a set of curtain for our new home and I took that as a gift for my dear to reward him for the hard work he has paid. My dear has been too tired dealing with our new home and fussy neighbour. I think the neighbour is fussy because they have been monitoring and supervising our workers. Sometimes, they even made reports to the guard house too. I hope they won't give us a hard time when we move in later. It's either they give us a hard time or vice versa. But I do not pick up fight with people...