Party Preparations and Pressure

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My son will be turning five soon. He is my one and only son so he tends to have a lot of goodies every time. He doesn’t need a birthday to realize how he is celebrated. But then again, that’s where the problem starts; we don’t know how to make the day extra special.
We have an occasion that unfortunately fell on my son’s birthday. So we are celebrating his occasion a day early. It bugs my husband so much but for me, I have long compromised my own welfare for the greater good… so for me, that’s okay.

My motto remains, “DO NOT SWEAT THE SMALL STUFF.”

We won’t be able to go back home this Christmas so we would be missing a very important family occasion which is my sister’s wedding. It totally bums me that I won’t be there. I was supposed to be her Matron of Honor but since I have just started with this new job, I don’t have the nerve to ask for vacation. I am so totally not your regular 8-5 employee. I have accountability in my blood. My family understands.

So we are here even during Christmas time.

My son’s school will be hosting a Winter Party to start the Winter Break of the school. He will be celebrating his school birthday party there. Thank God because his teacher helped me with the cake and the clown. All I have to do is supply the Kiddie Meals and the prizes for the games and voila, I have less to think about.

All I need to prepare now is my son’s Day Before His Birthday Party. I have to coordinate with the caterers since I decided to get from different suppliers and we still need a cake to order and pick up.

If I were in my old workplace, preparation would be a little easier because of the flexibility but now, it will take gazillion years for me to establish that comfort being new and all. I hope things will eventually fall into their place.
God bless me!

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Sentiments of a Working Mom

When you are sick, all you need to do is crawl under the sheets and hit the sack. But if you’re a mom, there are lots of things you got to do apart from taking the regular R&R. I am a working mom blessed with a helpful husband who does all the chores he could possibly do (he does the laundry but we send our clothes out for pressing). Basically, I am left with maintaining the house, keeping the room clean, tidying our son (bathing etc), feeding him and yes, the hardest part is studying with him.

I never knew that the time would come when I’d say “studying can be so frustrating!”

I was a very competitive student in my day and my hobbies include: reading odd stuff like encyclopedia and dictionary, memorizing the almanac, Guinness Book of World Records, 2000 Questions and Answers and Bible verses. I have loads of fictions too like SVH, Goosebumps, Fear Street, Christopher Pike books, and Nancy Drew. I was crazy about books! I used to know the Dewey Decimal Classification System (now Dewey Decimal System) by heart. I really loved and enjoyed learning.

Now that my son is in school (in KG1), I am required to be diligent and patient. I have to be driven in order for my son to learn things further. I had to review lessons with him. I had to do practice tests. I had to practice reading with him. I had to do so many things!!! (lol) It is getting into my nerves sometimes because my son didn’t have the same passion that I had when I was younger, so it gets frustrating when he acts grumpily. He is so lazy when it’s study time. I blame my lack of enthusiasm as one of the factors for his response. I know, I have become lazy to teach too. I mean, I dreamt of becoming a teacher but now, I get so frustrated easily.

I am so tired working for the entire day and then when I get home, I still got lots of stuff to be done. What if my husband wasn’t as supportive? I’d probably go crazy.

Now, I am really sick, flu is killing me! I feel like I caught the Spanish flu (joke!) but immunocompromised people like me tend to feel sicker than normal human beings do. I just want to be a couch potato on a snuggie.

These are the times when I hope for people to appreciate working moms too. I often see a lot of posts applauding stay-at-home-moms (SAHM); I feel for them and I realize the sacrifices made for the sake of serving their families fulltime but it is really rare to get commended for being working moms. We are more often shamed for being so. Not all families can be a single-income family you know, and I am not working for the sake of my brain functions, some really had to work for economic reasons. And yes, we still had to do the day-long chores that we abandoned early in the morning as we go to our day jobs. There’s no rest at all! It’s not like we all have maids while working.

These are the times when all I want is appreciation (and a digital DJ turntable and a smaller stationary bike).

Things are not that easy for us working moms.

“But the gift of family is still the best ever, no amount of physical stress can make me love and appreciate my family less. I am forever grateful.”

Beneath the Pale Moonlight

In the Philippines, there’s this popular three-wheeled mode of public transport called the “tricycle.” It is the main means of transport in the province since it’s convenient and cheap.

I used to come home every weekend; I commute from Manila to province whenever I get homesick. My friends who live in the area would sometimes visit me whenever I am home. That night, one of my best buddies visited me. I was with my aunt and uncle. We decided to go to McDonald’s which is around 15-20 minutes away from home especially being that it’s late at night. We rode the tricycle. My uncle (my aunt’s husband) drove the tricycle and my aunt jumped at the back. My friend and I sat inside the mini vehicle. It was a long savannah and there’s nothing to see but darkness. The fields were black because there weren’t any lights. There’s nothing else to do but look around since talking isn’t an option due to the loud sound of the tricycle.

As I looked at the emptiness, I saw a lady floating on the savannah. I was so sure about it but I didn’t say anything because mockery sometimes makes you doubt yourself, I don’t want to doubt myself. I hate being mocked for believing in ghosts so I kept quiet. When we got home, I saw my friend and he was pale, like dead pale. He is of darker complexion so it was kind of freakishly obvious that I had to ask what’s wrong. He didn’t say anything. I had to press him more and there, he asked me, “didn’t you see that?” I asked him what was I supposed to see out there and he said, “the lady!” I was shocked because he saw her too! We couldn’t believe that we both saw a whitelady and both of us chose not to react immediately.

I had a validation from him that I wasn’t imagining things. She was indeed floating and faceless. I also didn’t describe what I saw, he did! I waited for him to tell me everything he could remember and I am so sure we saw the same ghost. I couldn’t have been wrong since I have 20/20 vision then. I was just scared to be mocked.

This experience totally creeped me out that whenever I travel alone, late night to the province, passing the same savannah, I needed to close my eyes. This experience gave me an eternal fright!