After thirty straight days of religiously posting here, I am turning this blog over once again to my eldest daughter (but just this one post, Paula, okay?kidding). For her post on those little imperfections that make you who you are, find it here J During these past few days, I’ve been reading like mad. Well, since our school offered us about… View Post
My kids think of the most creative excuses to get off housework! Like, a school project would suddenly, conveniently be due soon (although it won’t be for another two days) or a cut in her finger would get infected (“Mom, they might cut it if it gets gangrene! I know so! I saw it on TV!”). And I also have… View Post
Gray hair alert! Today, as I brushed my hair in front of my mirror, I had an epiphany. A shocking revelation. Tiny little gray hairs are growing on my hairline! When I was younger, older folks swore people with gray hair are wiser. However, I don’t feel any wiser. I feel a lot older, though. I believe my hair is… View Post
When my daughter was a tiny, teenie-weenie baby, people would think she was a boy. It didn’t help that the baby clothes I bought before she was born were of the neutral colors-yellow and green-and that she only had a tiny patch of hair. Of course, they meant well. But it seriously bothered me. I mean, she was all pink and… View Post
Saturdays are my Cinderella Moments–the scrubbing the floor and doing the laundry part, not the “meeting your prince” part. Cleaning as always is a job I absolutely abhor. It is a tough job, but someone (like “the mom”) has got to do it. Unlike other households in the Philippines who have “yayas” (babysitters) and household helpers, we had none. I… View Post