Okay, I belatedly realise the title may be the slightest bit misleading. Just to avoid making unnecessary assumptions, no, I’m not pregnant. Although I did get so fat… Haha!
But I’ve been extremely hormonal these past few days. I’m blaming it on work-related stress (until last Tuesday, I had been busy conducting interviews with applicants), family matters (my dad was rushed to the hospital Thursday night, underwent dialysis Friday and underwent another round of dialysis today), and personal stressors (discipline problem with Yuri and a minor tampo with Job). And would you believe I caught a stomach flu last Friday? I debated sending myself to the emergency with my dad already admitted in the hospital. Good thing I got well quickly, thank you Lord.
Ah, life is good.
Because I’m the adultest adult around at home for several days now, I’ve assumed all the adultiest tasks. Looking after the house, especially with a responsible helper around, is a breeze. But replacing my mother is no easy feat. For starters, I have to take over some officer-related tasks like entertaining homeowners who need to pay their monthly dues. That was fine since I occasionally take over that one when mother’s not around. The more difficult task was paying the maintenance staff their salaries. It was the first time I did that.
It is fun to be take over the house – and even take over the external tasks – but I’m thankful Papa’s going home tomorrow. Sometimes it’s more fun to just be the third-in-command at home. (Please remind me this one when we finally finish paying for our own house.)
The weekend went by like a blur; I barely even noticed it. Save for sleeping in and not having to take a bath (ssshhh), my weekend was pretty much tiresome because I had to jet back and forth between home and hospital. Especially yesterday. I was barely home the entire Sunday and I felt guilty for leaving Yuri with my sister who had to study for her exams (children below 7 years old are not allowed in the hospital).
Michelle, our helper, wasn’t around pa because she went home. I just bought pasalubong as pa-consuelo. Also included Michelle in consuelo-giving because our house looked as if a storm passed through it — well, I did leave my sister and my son at home.
But my dad is doing fine! Time flew quickly even when we were busy at the hospital because my dad was already his usual crazy self. I was laughing the entire time! I almost hit my dad with a pillow when he shared what he did when his dialysis was over. He thought he was in a mall and the nurses were salesladies. Basta, he had a lot of crazy antics — even his doctor laughed and told Mama, “daming sablay ni tatay!” Sure, there was a hole in his neck for the dialysis, but other than that, he’s okay — a lot better than his condition here at home before we rushed him to the hospital. Thank you Lord for medical breakthroughs.
Oh, and I was hospital hopping because I also went to another hospital to visit my sis, Bikay, who just gave birth to a healthy baby girl. Can somebody tell me why the smell of a newborn baby is so intoxicating? I was also enthralled watching her suckle — I actually missed the days when Yuri was still a newborn baby. Now he’s just a small ball of energy obsessed with Peppa Pig.
I didn’t stay long because I had to rush back to the hospital Papa was in to bring food to Mama. And then I needed to rush back home to relieve my sister of her babysitting duties, but not before buying them food. Consuelo de bobo, kidding!