Its the weekend again, the usually hope or hopeless.


Whenever it comes to weekend, we will hopefully hear our phone ring and hope that it will be my son who call to inform us that they (his family, our grandchildren) will be coming over for the day or not.


After 1 week of waiting, hopefully we will be given the good news of their visit sometime we are disappointed either one of the children is sick or my son has to work or ... ...


There comes a point where my wife begins to go into defensive where she would tell my son not to come over as we will be out even though we would spent the weekend alone. This is her way of preventing herself from being hurt when her hope is dash.