Hello, hello! We are fresh out of sembreak and we’re currently in the middle of the 2nd Quarter of the school year. We are about to take our second monthly exam for the quarter (there are 2 per quarter + 1 quarterly exam) next week, so we will probably enter the 3rd Quarter of the year come December. Ang bilis!
I’m still pleasantly surprised at how well our homeschooling year is going. Truth be told, there’s 80-90% chance that we are still going to enroll with Chosen Homeschool next school year. We are loving the laidback, low-stress setup and the balance between structure and flexibility.
(I hope the low-stress lifestyle meant having more time to blog, but a lot of my time is eaten up by managing the household and juggling two part-time jobs. I am trying, though. :P)
Anyway, I’m showing you our homeschool classroom today! Our classroom used to be the home office, but because nobody was using it anymore, it became sort of a stockroom. In other words, bodega haha. When we made the decision to homeschool this year, it was clear that we were going to convert the office into a classroom.
It’s a very simple, no-frills classroom. I had the walls repainted as well as an old rattan dining set. We spent days cleaning the space. Oh, and I did not buy a single piece of furniture. The only things I bought were our actual school supplies like paper and ring binders. Okay, enough, talk, pictures na. 😛
It’s 1 pm and I still haven’t showered! Shhh!
It is actually quite a hot day today in Davao City, so we sought refuge in our home office and let the air conditioner do its job. I’m relishing the moment because I cannot remember the last time I had a Saturday this lazy. Usually, on Saturdays, I do real estate work or attend events or do chores or go to appointments. Today, save for a birthday party this evening, I have nothing scheduled! Hallelujah!
Yuri and I ended up on the floor of our home office over scattered books. See, his books had to go inside a storage container when we re-arranged the furniture last month. Since I have nothing to do this morning, I planned to restore the books to their proper places. However, Yuri had a different plan…
I just let him get all the books he wanted and read them on the floor while I mentally re-scheduled the task for another day.
I also let him feed and play with our “adopted” cat. It was just a kitten who frequented our house for food and shelter. When we started actively feeding her and taking care of her, she decided to stay. She grows bigger each day and, in return, she gets rid of the roaches and rats. She keeps our kitchen clean and better-smelling, too, because all the scraps that should have gone to the trash goes to her hehe.
Yeah, don’t be fooled. That’s just her post-breakfast snack.
Later, we’ll eat lunch (tinolang native chicken), shower (please lang haha), and attend the birthday party of our neighbor’s daughter (also Yuri’s friend). I hope you’re having a relaxing Saturday, too!
I was a laundromat virgin until last Sunday lol!
To be honest, I don’t remember the last time I laundered my clothes. Ever since I got pregnant in 2011, I have used the services of nearby laundry shops. There’s just too much on my plate already, and if I could outsource a task without burning a hole in my pocket, I would.
When I gave birth, I hand-washed Yuri’s clothes myself (except for the times we had a yayey), but I still used the neighborhood laundry shop for the rest. A couple laundromats opened nearby around last year and I wanted to try them (I was so curious about self-service laundries haha) but I wasn’t too fond of the location. They were side by side so the location is pretty much the same. Both are located right by the highway where jeepneys and tricycles pass by (read: dusty) and parking is difficult.
But when a new laundromat opened last weekend that was a lot nearer, I had to give it a try. Apart from curiosity, it was also necessity that “forced” me to try it because I didn’t get to wash Yuri’s uniforms on Saturday (I was able to go home at already 10 pm) and by Sunday, when I was about to do it, I realized I ran out of laundry detergent! So I had no choice but to try the laundromat hehe.
I wasn’t able to avail of their free wash promo because they had it on Saturday, while I was able to visit on Sunday
I took my sister with me because she also had uniforms she needed to wash. We went there at around 11 am on Sunday morning, even when it was hot, because I think there would be nobody else around. And I was right! I just think it’s more comfortable to have the place to yourself.
The long weekend is almost over! Noooo!
Give me more long weekends please! (*Checks the calendar for Christmas Day and New Year’s Day. *Sees that they both fall on Sundays. Come on!)
Seriously though, I had a lot of fun during my long weekend. I was really busy (which I shamelessly talked about here), but I loved that everyday there was something new to look forward to. Last Sunday, after attending my goddaughter Xandrah’s baptism, I immediately went home to attend our village’s Trick or Treat.
Last year, I talked about my stand about Halloween and how I do not want to take part in it. (To be honest, last year was the only time we didn’t join.) Okay, I still don’t believe-believe in Halloween and I still don’t want the concept messing up with our concept of Christianity. However, I realised that if I make such a big deal about avoiding it, it may become a morbid fascination to my son. I decided to treat it like just another unique day, with limits.
There are more reasons why we attended our village’s Trick or Treat this year:
- They decided to make the kids dress up in innocent and fun costumes. Child-like, in other words. No blood or gore allowed! (There were a couple of older kids who still went the scary look, but they looked so out of place they might probably hesitate next year.)
- Unlike in the previous years, the decorations to be used would be wholesome. Balloons and buntings instead of the previous years’ cobwebs and skeletons.
- The officers slightly changed the program. No more award for the scariest/best costume so good bye, bloody prosthetics. Yes, kids came with prosthetic makeup in the previous years! More party games, more food, more prizes, less spookiness!
- This is the first time that the village youth (which is 100% male) stepped up to organise an event by themselves. The boys ordered food for the event (sponsored by McDonald’s — no Pinteresty Halloween food here haha!), decorated the venue (and made the decorations by hand!), and promoted the event to homeowners. It would be sacrilege not to support what they worked so hard on!
- We only have 3 major village events: the village anniversary, Trick or Treat, and the Christmas Party. I love our community and will always support these events. It’s a great way to reconnect with old neighbours and get to know new neighbours as well!
I know I shouldn’t be explaining my decision to join the Trick or Treat as a Christian, but I just want to talk about it for the sake of those who cannot figure out where to stand. Don’t forget to set your limits! Without much ado, here are pictures from this year’s village Trick or Treat.
I don’t know what it is about -ber months (I was gonna say winter but we’re not fooling anyone here…) that makes all people super duper busy. In my case, well, let’s just say the floor didn’t get swept in over a week. It’s icky. The laundry has been sitting inside the laundry bag for days now, begging to be put inside the closet. The house is just beyond messy.
I was that busy I wish I was kidding. Huhu. Then again, being busy means I’m alive and active and I have a healthy social life! Hurrah! So thank you Lord for keeping me busy. Here’s what kept me busy for the past week (okay, a week and a day) as told by Instagram photos.
Saturday: A Date With My Best Friend
Do you know how it feels to carry a burden in your heart without having someone you can tell it to? Though I also have matters that I keep to myself, most of the time, I don’t have trouble sharing (I’m a “sharer” though I prefer to call myself a “story-teller” hahaha). My best friend George is my complete opposite. She almost never shares what she’s going through and likes to keep her problems to herself. So I really cherish those moments when we get the chance to have a heart-to-heart talk. You know I love you. <3
We had coffee at Dayaw Coffee & Tea, a local coffee shop in SM Lanang Premier that serves coffee sourced from Mindanao plantations. I will write a review soon because OMG I loved my matcha frappe!
Sunday: Food Trip With The Fam-Bam
Sunday we set a lunch date with my cousin, Kuya Jason, his fiancee, Matet, and supposedly with our other cousin, Ate Maricel, who was visiting from Cebu. However, Ate Maricel failed to make it so we just had lunch by ourselves. I suggested we ate lunch at Rekado, a restaurant that serves unique Filipino dishes. I was able to try their food last year but never had the chance to come back. I’m glad they all loved the food, especially my mum who’s the pickiest eater I know!
We then had dessert at the most unlikely place: a dimsum place in Gaisano Mall called Dimsum Break. But this xie ping cum halo halo was the bomb!
Tuesday: Real Estate Event #1
A couple of years ago, I used to run daily.
Before you picture me in athletic gear and Nike running shoes with beads of sweat on my forehead, let me tell you that I just ran indoors. I did it for two reasons: first, I didn’t want to see “bad-vibe” neighbours (our lovely ex-yaya who propagated malicious rumours against us ‘round the village was still working for a neighbour back then) and second, I didn’t have athletic gear or running shoes. LOL!
But you know what? It still worked. I had quick (okay, relatively quicker) metabolism and strong legs. It wasn’t hard for me to lose weight then.
Until I stopped because of weak knees.
I was still breastfeeding heavily then so I attributed the knee pain to it, but running also contributed, so I just stopped. And then I grew fatter and fatter… /sob story
But recently, I noticed that my knees are no longer aching. It’s as if the knee pain didn’t exist at all. Because I’ve gotten a lot heavier and most of my clothes no longer fit me, I was motivated to exercise again. I couldn’t run again though, at least, not yet. I had to start with something easier, like walking.
Today was almost a bad day.
It all started when I had an intense stomach ache around midnight. A family friend and neighbour celebrated her birthday, and we ate, well, a lot of things. But what caused my stomach ache was that glass of Coke. I forgot I couldn’t tolerate soft drinks (well, not anymore) and I just drank it because, you know, Coke and lechon go so well together. I regret it.
Now, our bedroom is on the second floor of the house and we have no bathroom on that floor (long story). So I had to go down to relieve my stomach ache. I knocked on my sister’s door and, because she was still awake, I asked her to look after Yuri, who was already fast asleep. I confidently went downstairs and got to business.
Imagine my shock when I found the doors to both bedrooms closed. I thought my sister closed the door after her and laid on the bed beside Yuri. I entered the room and, voila! No sister, just my 3-year old Yuri sleeping on a bed with no railings and with no one watching over him. My sister apparently got tired of waiting for me and went back to her room to sleep.
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.