Oh dear, what a tiring day it is today. I had a busy Thursday and went to bed very late at 2am-ish. It has something to do –actually it has all got to do with waking up at silly o’clock in the morning the next day (that’s 4.30am, eek!)to make it to my husband’s office by 6am, for an organization outing.
Being a known grump in the morning, I think I did fine while being surrounded at an unholy hour by screaming, enthusiastic pre-teens as well as angst-ridden teenagers forever complaining about the heat. After 3hours of getting baked outdoors, my husband and I drove back to Tuol Tumpong to grab lunch at our favourite pork-rice stall at the Russian market. If you haven’t been there yet, go and check it out.They serve the best bai saech chrouk (pork-rice) in town, IMO. Watching ming (an older woman, aunt) who owns and runs that food stall is awesome. With her cleaver and great skill, she chops the meat, tomatoes and cucumbers swiftly and precisely in front of her customers, a pleasure to watch all the time. On some days, we catch her with her magic pala de fritos (lol) frying the pork meat in a giant wok-like frying pan, filled with boiling cooking oil, in a heavily-flamed gas stove. I just wonder if what kind of a business liability insurance cost she paid for, you know, if something happens
Sitting in the car on the way back home I started yawning uncontrollably. When we arrived home, we were chatting about the day’s outing while I was lying on the couch and he was at his desk. I could feel my eyes straining to stay wide open and awake as he talked about the new class project he is going to introduce to his class next week. My husband had no idea how desperate I was to climb my bed and catch some zzzzzzzzzz… The next thing he knew, he told me, was that I was already in the REM stage and gently snoring, tee-hee-hee…
So now, it is close to midnight, I am at my desk staring back at my laptop and very much awake. With my dog Joe by my feet and the irregular whirring sound coming from the ceiling fan as my companions, I impatiently wait for sleep to come while my husband is fast asleep. Drat.