Reviewing for exams

Over the weekend, our whole living room was in disarray. In a good way, of course. It was Mischa’s upcoming first term examinations, and we were all full throttle in reviewing her. Books, notebooks, results of quizzes and chapter tests, pens, and still, toys were alls strewn in the couches, tables and floor. The hubby and I made mock exams that she willingly took, albeit with a promised reward at the end. I was in-charge of English, Araling Panlipunan or Social Studies, Filipino and Science. I actually didn’t want to stress her far too much, but the husband was all-out in drilling her especially in Math, which was her waterloo. The way he was testing her, you’d think she was taking the UPCAT 🙂 and not merely a term exam or periodical exam as we call it in my day.

Good luck, anak. We are all rooting for you. You can do this.



Blissful days at home

I dragged my feet and the rest of body to work again last week after the holidays were over. We spent Christmas and New Year quietly, and we generally kept to ourselves–tucked away in our new but still suburban home (I guess we will never be city folks). My heart has never seemed to contented. I loved waking up, albeit too early for my taste (must be getting old), and pottering around. My days would be full preparing food for my little family, cleaning up, playing with the little girl, watering plants, doing laundry, tinkering apps on my phone when all is quiet, putting up my feet, and then doing the cycle again.

I wish I could have more days like these. Many days now, I dream of staying at home, and concentrate on raising my child and keeping house. I want to bring her to school, do errands for the house, help her study, put her to naps.

I want to seriously take up baking and gardening (but I must have the faintest green thumb ever).

I hope we save enough so I don’t have to work. More than the physical weariness I feel every time I go to work, I always feel the emotional battery draining me. I long for a respite from all that madness. I want to find more reasons, other than it pays the bill, for me to put up with all that hullabaloo.

For now, the respite comes only every weekend. The week days seem endless.

Sundays are the best

I’d forgotten to post this earlier, and it’s now Wednesday.

Anyway, this is what our weekends look like if and when our crazy schedules permit. We go out, have lunch, and bring the kid to play to her heart’s content at certain establishments. We don’t get to spend time with my brother because he lives quite far from all of us in the city while we all preferred the suburbs. But this particular Sunday was special since it was an advanced celebration of my Dad’s 69th natal day.

I wish life was this simple all the time. I love that my family is together and complete.

What I did over the long weekend

I was beyond happy the past four days since I had my mommy and daddy to myself. So while I still cannot contain myself and refrain from jumping, running, talking non-stop, and driving my folks crazy, I’m pretty sure they had the time of their lives, too, taking me places and making me the happiest kid on earth!

Ate out…

Made googoo eyes with another kid…lol..

Rode a carousel…

Played non-stop with bubbles…

Tinkered on Tito Ninong’s iPad…

Paid my respects to my great-grandparents who raised my mommy…

Played with distant cousins in Batangas…

I truly had an awesome time! I also get to spend time with my great Tito Ninong although mommy was not able to take a photo of our time together. I hope the President gives more holidays so that my folks would get to take some off from work and be with me more.

Living for weekends

Despite major improvements in my work life in the past month, I almost always feel like the whole work week is a drag. I couldn’t wait for weekends to come. Whenever Mondays come, it seems like the world has come into slow mo, but whenever Fridays roll around the corner, time would go flying past in a blur. Aside from catching some zzzz’s, our weekends are totally devoted to the little girl. We try to include her even in our errands, never mind that we always have to pant from either running after her or carrying her while she tries to squirm her way out of our arms. At home, our time is spent playing and teaching her. Though she “bugs” us (I use the term lightly, for she bugs us in the cutest ways possible), she manages to amuse herself with whatever she can lay her hands on. Just staring at her proves to be the most relaxing thing on earth. Look at the way she finds fun in playing with the contents of loot bag. Sigh!

In suburbia

Can I get real corny here?

I don’t know, but I was so happy, corny, romantic, and basically swelling with love at the sight of our home yesterday morning. It was like I was feeling all the warmth of the beautiful Sunday sun deep within my bones and settling over my being. To think that it was a very typical day for us. But I just gushed when I saw how the suburban feel of it all. The helper was out on an errand, I was making breakfast, the hubby was reading the morning paper, and the toddler was quietly poring over her books, pens, crayons, and toys, occasionally looking up and calling Mommy or Daddy.

The weekends have become so precious. As we live in the outskirts of Metro Manila, we spend a couple of hours just for travel. When I was younger, I swore that I would do what my parents did, and that is to waste precious hours on the road that leave them spent, and spares them minimal time at home. But alas, fate had other plans for me. Since we are just starting our family and cannot afford our own abode yet, we play housekeeper for my sister-in-law. Thus, we fell into the trap of living at the suburbs while earning our keep at the metropolis. It’s just the way it is. For now, anyway.

I just hope I don’t miss out too much on my daughter’s growing up years–and she’s at it in an awfully fast way. I couldn’t believe the antics she has and the personality she’s developing into. I pray with all my might that He gives me the wisdom and temperance to raise her properly.

I savored the feeling so much that I hope to take it with me to sustain me the whole week. It’s my armor against all the negative things at work. And believe me, there are a lot.

I’ll be thinking of you, sweetie. Mommy loves you very much.