My daughter is already attending grade schools. She is in her first grade in a Catholic school and it is about five kilometers from home. During her first week in school, she was accompanied by her Tita Bing. But the school does not allow guardians and parents to stay inside the school and so we decided to fetch her to and fro school and be with her during lunch break. My husband and I have been doing this for two days already and we are still adjusting to our new sked since it is really hard to travel at noon time. We arte still in the process of experimenting everything.
Yesterday, we took our lunch a bit earlier and then today. We then decided to take our lunch with our child but we were not able to this since there were no available tables in the canteen during lunch time and so we just let the child eat inside their classroom. We took our lunch a little bit later and we were starving and so we decided that we should take our lunch first before going to the school. As of now, I really still don’t know what will work for us, but the idea of being able to check my daughter in her school every day was very fulfilling.
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I love looking at my children sleeping. What amazes me more is both of them sometimes laugh in their sleep. While there are people who talks in their sleep, my kids laugh in their sleep and this tickles my ribs.
As I look at the little girl, I realize that she does look like me, but she is just the fairer version and even the prettier version as those imperfections in me become perfect in her.
The little boy on the other hand is the exact replica of his Dad, although he got my big round eyes, but he got most of his facial features from his Dad. From his hair, to his round face, his lips and most especially his well-chiseled nose. He doesn’t need any nose job or a revision rhinoplasty surgery, because he already got a perfect nose just fit for his face.
I have these feelings that when he grows up girls would probably fall down on their feet just for him. But for now, I know that I am still the only girl in his life.
I wanted to stay in bed for few hours, but Honey is in a hurry for his summer schooling and so I was forced to get up from the bed to fix his breakfast and pack his lunch. The little boy cried for a bottle of milk and lucky me that the girl was still in a very deep slumber.
When Dad left, I was alone with a dirty kitchen and a little boy who kept on demanding for the use of computer and so I obliged since this was the only way that he could get out of my way as I tidied up the mess. I heard a girl’s voice trying to dictate something to her younger brother and I knew then that the whole house was already awake. I still needed to feed those hungry tummies and the kitchen was still dirty. But tummies first and then I was ready to begin my day… as a mother and as a wife, which I haven’t experienced for a long time now.
And so I let the kids play in the internet for most of the morning while I was torn between cleaning the kitchen and putting dirty clothes in the washing machine. The kitchen was immaculately clean, well, this was as far as my standard of cleaning is concern, and I was already half way my washing, this included about five blankets, two bedsheets, curtains plus clothes we worn for the past week, when the little boy announced that he wanted to take his bath. Amidst explanation on the coldness of water since it was still past eight but my son wouldn’t hear any of it. He wanted his bath right there and then.
The morning went by so swiftly and almost smoothly except for my constant scream as the kids fought over the use of the computer and as soon as I finished taking my bath, I put them to sleep in the middle of the day.
I had lunch all by myself since the kids were still sleeping. I wanted to cook something for the kids and so I prepared for a delicacy, rice cake. They both love it and I know that when they woke up they will feel that there is some kind of a feast going on in the house while they were sleeping.
We spent the whole afternoon in a battle since the kids seemed to be very happy living in a topsy-turvy place while I was dying to put everything in an apple-pie order. I was not exhausted with the household chores but was definitely pulled down by the energy of these kids.
My spirits lifted up when Dad arrived home and the dinner which I prepared just too early was a bit cold but then Dad said that it was just perfect for his hungry tummy too. And like a little child I enumerate to him all the things that I have experienced today and with an assuring smile he told me to let the kids be kids and that I on the other hand should take things so slowly. I was doing great he said.
Well, tomorrow is another day. Maybe I should consider what Honey said and enjoy the up and downs of being a mother and experience the feelings of a plain housewife.
Mati is probably one of the places I love to visit here in Region XI, Philippines. Why? Going to Mati is never a bore as there are a lot of breathtaking views ones eyes could feast on. Here’s my fave site…
This is the “sleeping dinosaur,” located in Badas, Mati, Davao Oriental. A wonderful work of land formation looking like a sleeping dinosaur (thus its name) from a distance.
We are here spending our weekends in my parents in law’s house. We were supposed to come here tomorrow in time for Sunday service but Lola texted the kids telling them that a gallon of ice cream is waiting for them here.
And so when I arrived home from the market they were so excited to tell me that we have to go to Lola’s house because there was a surprise waiting for them.
The grandparents must have missed the kids so much that they thought of something that will surely lure the kids to visit them. Poor Lolo and Lola and to think that they were the only ones aside from another cousin who are just here in the city.
But we seldom visit downtown because we felt too tired to travel and sometimes weekdays are just too busy that we opted to spend weekends in bed to be recharge for the coming school days.
Anyway, I am glad that Monday is a holiday and that means having longer days to spend here.
How would you feel if your husband is being seduced in your presence by no less than a gay?
Well, my husband and I found it very amusing as the gay is really gay. I mean he or should I say she is very funny. I mean he got a real sense of humor that when we were with him we never really did have any dull moments.
I have nothing against gay. None at all because I have lots of gay friends and I think I have always been surrounded by them even when I was younger. I even have a gay attitude that is why sometimes my husband would tell me that he is married to a gay.
But that was really the first time that a gay flirted to my husband in front of me. And honestly I never really got offended.
The gay didn’t even expect that we were husband and wife as we didn’t arrive in the place together. He just thought that we were just colleagues until he asked my husband whether he was single or not. My husband gamely answered him that he was single and he was sitting with her wife pointing to me.
Noticing his wedding ring, the gay asked him about it and both of us answered that it was not a wedding ring but a free gift from some candy and we both giggled.
After that the gay took his distance. And I admired him for that for he showed some respect to both of us as we really needed some stolen moments as if have not spent our anniversary together. Well, the stolen moments means having to talk about how kids were and things I need to remember when I got home plus some exchange of very personal remarks.
Well…
Two days to go and my husband and I will be celebrating our sixth wedding anniversary. But he won;t be around to spend it with me for by that time he would be traveling for six hours from Davao City to Mati City for a week-long Davao Region Athletics Association Meet where he was assigned as the delegation photographer.
Isn’t lonely? Well, on the other hand, I will be also attending a one-day seminar for school paper advisers on that very day and that seminar has been a sweet welcome since I don’t want to wallow on self-pity as I will be left alone to celebrate this special day.
But, honey told me that there’s no reason for me to be so gloomy anyway, we seemed to be celebrating our anniversary everyday. And besides, we will be spending a lifetime together.
Wow, neat isn’t it? That was probably the sweetest things that I have ever heard in my entire life.
It is the end of the third quarter and I just couldn’t believe it, my daughter’s pre-school teacher has just showed us her class report card.
I am totally dismayed. First, it was the first time that she released the card to us. So that was also the first time that I saw the grades of my child. Although, I really didn’t want to force her to do good in school for she’s much too younger compared to her classmates, but she does excel in her class.
We were told that she was the top three in her class during the first quarter and just recently the teacher told me that she has improved and is already second in her class.
Upon seeing her report card, I was totally dismayed with her grades. I just couldn’t believe that the grades given by her teacher were too low for an honor student. I just wonder how she computes her students’ grades.
I am also altogether confused since most of her assignments were done, her seatworks were mostly perfect and she got perfect in her Math, Science and Language for the last five exams but I wonder why she got those grades.
My child could read at her age and I know that she is good in her class.
I just wonder why her teacher gave such grades when she happens to be the top two in her class. Maybe her standards were way too high or on the other hand I wonder did she really got the chance to sit and compute?
Well, in fairness to her. I pity her too with her very delicate condition, she’s heavy with her second child and with three classes in a row. She handles Kinder 1 and 2 and also Nursery with only one teacher assistant. Work might just not be too easy for her.
If there’s one thing that I fear most being a mother is when kids get sick. I just don’t know there’s always this unexplained fear within me that sends me to feel cold and hot at the same time, that feeling that the all the organs inside my stomach have been stirred by some unknown factors and that my hair has been pulled upward by thousand little fingers.
I could still remember when my daughter was barely two weeks old and when she choked on the water that I gave her and when I saw her turned to red I felt that my vision became blurred and black. I thought I fainted that very moment.
I wanted to laugh at my own foolishness but I just can’t help being too afraid whenever the kids get sick.
During the holiday season, my son was down with asthma and he got fever too. Usually he got fever for two - three days only but that time his fever became on and off and on the fourth day, I already got that strange fear again.
I could imagine seeing rashes all over him and I was too afraid that it was dengue that hit him. My husband assured me that those were just his veins as they were visible on his very thin skin.
I was only relieved after the first CBC test as his platelets were still on the normal level and after the second test showed that he was completely negative of the virus.
His fever was caused by his asthma and it went down after he has a dose of nebulizer.
I am also grateful that my hubby dearie is always there to give me an assurance and would never really sleep a wink whenever the kids get sick. I could really rely on him specially when the kids want to be carried always as my weak back could not endure prolong carrying of heavy objects much more the kids.
One thing that really keep me sane somehow is my faith in Jesus for I truly believe that He is the greatest healer. This is actually the reason that although I have this unknown fear yet I am still intact.