I feel deflated.
I don’t want to mope around, feeling sad over money because at the end of the day, it’s just that — money. Money that can be replaced, money that can be earned back.
But still, when I think about how I could’ve used that money, I can’t help but feel miserable. Had I known it will get stolen, sana ginamit ko nalang pang-spoil kay Yuri!
Here’s what happened. I follow the 52-week challenge that we see all over the internet every January. I put my money in a nondescript coin bank because back then, I couldn’t find a decent ceramic coin bank. I just wrapped craft paper around it and printed out the guideline so each time I put money inside, I also crossed out the corresponding date. I didn’t necessarily follow the sequence either. Whenever I had extra money with me, I skipped the low amounts and went straight to the higher amounts. Because I kept track of what I put inside the coin bank, I know the exact amount of money that I had in it.
Hello, it’s me, your help-less friend!
As you might have probably guessed, yes, I don’t have a helper again. Michelle stayed with us for just a little over 4 months, and while we have had some complaints (who doesn’t, really?) about her work, her stay with us was generally pleasant. In fact, she’s really a pleasant person to be around with, and, thankfully, her last day was devoid of drama. Totally unlike our last favouriiiiite yaya! 😛
(Update about the ex-yaya who had brought so much trouble to our lives: her amo’s finally sent her away just last week! Finally, nagising din sa katotohanan! Good riddance indeed.)
Anyway, back to Michelle. I’m really glad that she was with us during the time Papa got confined in the hospital. She was such a big help. We have parted ways on good terms and I couldn’t be happier.
Rainy days and Mondays never get me down!
In fact, I love rainy days. When I was younger, I was all about the sun (which explains why I was so dark!) and walked anywhere without sunblock. But now that I’m always at home, I can’t help but appreciate the coolness and “grim-ness” of the rain.
Anyway, it’s Monday! Back to work, people! I had a fine and uneventful weekend – – with some panira like the loss of UP in the UAAP Cheer Dance, the loss of our village’s team in our barangay basketball tournament’s semi-finals, and the loss of Gilas Pilipinas. Anyare? Ba’t ganon? The only thing I’m sure of is that hindi kami nadaya sa barangay LOL!
Seriously, even last Saturday’s episode of Kalyeserye was nowhere as fun and kilig as the previous Kalyeserye episode. But I still…
I’ll stop there baka mapagbintangan pa akong mababaw. Chos.
Let me give you some unnecessary and unsolicited updates about my life.
I’ve been trying to have my siesta (which means afternoon nap for the non-Spaniard colonised), but there’s someone who have been singing Masaya, you know, the song by Bamboo, for I think 15 minutes now. Just outside my gate. In fairness to him, he has a nice voice and sings well, but please let me have my afternoon nap.
Anyway, since my nap has been
rudely musically interrupted, I decided to just blog my feelings away. This has been a super busy week, as in, and it’s not even Wednesday evening! For starters, there are the usual work responsibilities. Actually, I like being given more responsibilities at work because, somehow, I feel like I’m becoming indispensable. But I will be honest and say it’s not easy! Then again, nothing good ever came easy.
And finally, there’s this little thing called parenting. I’m managing but I still haven’t been the perfect parent lately. I’m pressured to teach him to write or read (or teach him at least anything) but I’m either busy working or just enjoying spending time with him. I’ll guess I’ll just let him be a child and not a student for a little bit longer haha.
But wait, here’s the news of the week:
We finally have a new helper at home.
Last year, with all the drama my old yaya has caused, I vowed never to hire helpers anymore. But then, I realised it’s so hard to be a single yaya-less full-time WAHM. It’s doable — if a home looking like a war zone is acceptable.