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THE NOTES, GUYS. THE NOTES.

First time.

There’s always a first time for everything, right?

I’ve been invited to volunteer at AGAP/ABI’s Relief Delivery Mission at Subic tomorrow. The usual — while they do the relief distribution, I’ll be in charge of the kids of psychosocial therapy. The families were victims of the recent landslide, and most of them lost their homes. I saw it on the news when it happened, and most of the kids were emotional, they were crying because of what happened (who wouldn’t, right?).

It breaks my heart that this is the first time I’ll be away from Nathan. Technically, I have to leave today, spend the night at the headquarters in Pampanga, so we can leave by 6am tomorrow for Subic. I’m still contemplating of travelling in the wee hours of the morning, say 3am so I don’t have to spend the night there. Honestly, ako yung may separation anxiety, not Nathan. (I whispered to him last night that I have to go somewhere tomorrow, to help some of the kids and as if he understood, he smiled at me!)

It’s a good thing that Joy is here fulltime to take care of Nathan while I’m away. Parang ang tagal kong aalis noh? I’ll be there for just a day! Balik din ako agad after the RDO.

Anyhoo- I need to prepare the things I need for tomorrow. Wish me luck. It feels like ages since I’ve last done a PSS. 

My Mind

is taking me places.

I had a series of weird dreams this week. Una, I dreamt we went to SRI LANKA for a promo fare but when we got there, we realized we didn’t have return tickets. So we had to apply for a job in order to get a ticket.

As if that was not weird enough, last night, I dreamt we went to MOSCOW and Hagrid (YEP! Hagrid of HP!) was our hotel’s usher. He showed us our room and we were disgusted at how it looked like so we asked him to bring us to other hotels nearby. The funny part? Sumakay kami sa motorbike niya going to the other hotel. AND IN MY DREAM, ganun parin ang pagsasalita niya. May accent talaga. :))

Today

I decided to deactivate my facebook account. 

I realized this after considering to “group” my contacts to friends, real friends, fb friends, game friends, etc. Pre-Facebook, I never had the need to group my friends like that, or felt unsafe to post something on fear that someone might use it for something nasty.

So there, good bye Facebook, and I hope never to see you again.

*EDIT*

Bob reactivated my facebook account yesterday. Oh well.

Pakidagdagan powz.

Bob and I — may soft spot kami sa matatanda na nasa kalye para mamalimos. Sobrang soft, in fact, na hindi talaga kami makakatiis pag may nakita kami, or may manghingi samin. I don’t know, maybe he misses his Lola and ako naman, as thanks na I still have both of my Lola’s with me until now. 

So last Saturday, habang nagpapa-gas si Papa, may nakita kaming matanda, and kumatok siya sa may bintana sa side ni Papa. Binigay ni Papa yung mga coins sa dashboard niya, maybe 20-30 pesos siguro yun. Then she went to the other cars in waiting, pero hindi siya pinansin.

Feeling sorry for her, I asked Bob if we can give her the spare 100 peso change. Bob immediately said yes, and I asked Papa to call her. Sabi ko, “Nay, galing po sa anak namin, si Nathan.” Then as if on cue, Nathan smiled at her! :)

There’s a certain delight on her face when she saw what we gave her, and even asked me if I’m really giving her a hundred peso. Her voice was coarse, and then she told us she’s begging for her medicines, which costs her at least 200 a day. She said her meds are a hundred peso per tablet, and she needs two each day. 

She proceeded to ask if we can add a hundred more para kumpleto na daw yung gamot niya. I still have a hundred from the change, so nakipag-eye contact nalang ako kay Bob and he seems to tell me, “Sige na, bigay mo na.” So I did. 

I really hope na she was able to buy medicines for that day, and may nagawang mabuti yung 200 pesos. I felt awkward when she asked for dagdag, it’s the first time we have been asked na ganun, but we reasoned out na maybe she was really desperate already, it was almost evening and if it’s true she needs two capsules for the day, late na siya.

Aahh. Life.

The Scary Mommy Manifesto

Please repeat after me:

• I shall maintain a sense of humor about all things motherhood, for without it, I recognize that I may end up institutionalized. Or, at the very least, completely miserable.

• I shall not judge the mother in the grocery store who, upon entering, hits the candy aisle and doles out M&Ms to her screaming toddler. It is simply a survival mechanism.

• I shall not compete with the mother who bakes from scratch, purees her own baby food, or fashions breathtaking costumes from tissue paper. Motherhood is not a competition. The only ones who lose are the ones who race the fastest.

• I shall shoot the parents of the screaming newborn on the airplane looks of compassion rather than resentment. I am fortunate to be able to ditch the kid upon landing. They, however, are not.

• I shall never ask any woman whether she is, in fact, expecting. Ever.

• I shall not question the mother who is wearing the same yoga pants, flip-flops and t-shirt she wore to school pickup the day before. She must have a very good reason.

• I shall never claim to know everything about any child but my own. (Who still remain a mystery to me.)

• I shall hold the new babies belonging to friends and family, so they may shower and nap, which is all any new mother really wants.

• I shall attempt to not pass down my own messed up body issues to my daughter. She deserves a mother who loves and respects herself; stretch marks, cellulite and all.

• I shall not preach the benefits of breastfeeding or circumcision or home schooling or organic food or co-sleeping or crying it out to a fellow mother who has not asked my opinion. It’s none of my damn business.

• I shall remember that no mother is perfect and my children will thrive because, and sometimes even in spite, of me.