This first day of the week I went for work and I've worked four days straight. I chiooooong all the way although it was really so tiring after I've got home but still got to rushed home to fetch the kids with my MIL. I've got to feed one of them and then got to look after them while my MIL settle some household.
Was really so tired but hopeless to speak up anything for myself towards MIL, she wants me to go back for work, she wants me to fetch the boys early. sigh~ nothing much to say, really such a sad life.
But I told myself and make sure that I've got to eat my meal before I really go for work, starts work. Really need that energy to earn those stupid money ...