My Life This Week #8

Last week was pretty exhausting. I was feeling sick, and the husband was very sick (still is, actually). Although the hospital is only about 7 minutes away from where we live, I found the daily visits to be quite taxing. I guess worrying about the test results, waiting for the doctor, and wondering how to bring a high fever down does take its toll.

Waiting for a seminar to start on the first day of the week. I paid the fee the day before but forgot to send a copy of the proof of payment to the organizer, so I wasn’t on the list. No biggie. Good thing I brought the deposit slip with me!


The story of my (shoe) life.


Bought a lamp, desk and chair for my home “office”. I love the blue!


Day 1 at the hospital, waiting to see the pulmonologist


Day 2 , back at the hospital, waiting for the blood test results


After being cooped up at home (apart from the daily hospital trips) the whole week, Julio started getting cabin fever. A drive to U.P. for fishballs and a cookie, and to get some air.


Drawing in the soil


Wearing mismatched patterns for a walk around the block


Written on the wall in the bathroom of Jamba Juice BHS


Getting ready to jump!


Playing with Legos, and refusing to leave. Julio and I would say, “Let’s go, Bea?” and she would reply, “Not yet.” or “Building house.”



Mommy Confession

Motherhood has been pretty gratifying for me. I guess it helped that Bea was such an easy baby – hardly ever fussy and we could bring her everywhere. If there were any sleepless nights during her infancy, there weren’t enough for me to remember. When she was younger, she was not at all a picky eater. Julio and I took her with us on our Southeast Asia tour and I was quite surprised at how easy it was to travel with her. She ate whatever we ate, slept wherever we slept and hardly complained.┬áMy daughter will be two years old next Saturday, and I often find myself wondering where the time has gone. Bea is, of course, still my baby but in some ways she isn’t anymore. She’s starting to test her independence and sometimes it makes me a little sad when she won’t let me brush her teeth because she wants to do it on her own, or wants to use her utensils by herself. I’m still who she looks for when she wakes up in the morning, and she’s very attached to me. I suppose it’s because she and I are almost always together.

I work full-time for my dad and our office is in his house, so I bring Bea with me to work every day. Now that she’s older, she’s more mobile and more vocal. ┬áMany times she comes to me while I’m working, saying “Play, Mama!” or “Mama, carry!” Sometimes I’ll stop what I’m doing and play with her for a few minutes, but there are times I’m working on something that can’t wait. I tell her Mama is working and, more often than not, she’ll throw a fit.

Who else whips out their iPad or throws in the TV card when this happens? Anybody? Is it just me?

That’s where the guilty feelings come to play. I tell her that Manang Angie (our helper) will play with her, or tell her to go watch Baby TV, or give her the iPad. And I know I shouldn’t, that I should be taking the time out to play with her. I tell myself I’ll play with her when we get home. But when we get home, I have to prepare dinner and she hangs out at my in-laws’ house until it’s time for bed. There are also times I’m not doing anything important, just surfing the net or checking Twitter (fine, and Facebook) and Bea will come to me, asking me to carry her or play. Most of the time I’ll do it but there are days when I just don’t want to be bothered, and I’ll turn on the TV and plop her down in front of it or hand her the iPad.

At the rate she’s growing, the day is going to come when Bea won’t want to play with me anymore and I’ll end up being the one imploring her to spend more time with me. So I guess work can wait even 10 minutes while I go cuddle and play with my little girl when she asks me to.