Day 16 : Panic Attack

The 2 weeks seemed so short. I am squeezing my eyes shot and pray that the hours will be longer before I finally have to go back to work. Not that I don't want to, but I had fun at home. Amidst the hours spent standing washing the dishes, cleaning Bebi A's bottles, washing our clothes, cleaning up. It felt like this is what I am supposed to do. Naks! (Stay at home mom na yan!)

I organized my scrapbook materials (in panic) that Ate A will come home and I don't have anything to show off. Now, I am just happy to see my scrapbook matertials in its own place at our room. Hopefully, my daughters won't touch them.

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Confession

Being a Mom. Sometimes I feel as I am not cut out for it. Too much work. Too much responsibility. Too much worry. Worry that Ate T is taking the bus today. Ate A's tooth is still in there and the new one has already come out. Baby A has colds and is screaming and wants to cuddle. Sometimes it leaves me breathless. But When I pick up Ate T from our meeting place, I feel so proud of her because she has become independent and can commute. Ate A's tenacity in wiggling her tooth and she's now toothless, doesn't need to go to the dentist to have it removed. And, Baby A despite her colds still has appetite and it just feels good to hug her. God has showered me with so much love for giving me 3 wonderful girls. It feels good being a mommy. Happy Mother's Day to all you wonderful Mommies!

Me! Me! Me!

Last night, I created an LO using the picture below when Bebi A happened to see it. She touched it and said "Me?!" "No, it's me!" I told her. It was really me when I was Bebi A's age. The similarities will not be able to deny that Bebi A is my daughter hahaha I just hope that my bubbly and sunny bebi will not get the mom's sumpong(s). This is one of the few baby pics that I have. I used to have 3 baby albums but one of the worst floods that hit Pinas also took away my memories. Now, this is Bebi A.

Creativity

Dawter T called me up and told me that Bebi A tore her art and made a monster out of the girl in the picture. I know that it's not being mean. Bebi A doesn't have a mean bone in her body. She just don't understand. I talked to Bebi A. Asked her to kiss and make up with her Ate, She did. Ate A told me that she went up to Dawter T and kissed her, then asked "Is this better, Ate?" Awwww... Dawter T's "smashed" art was one of her best. I was really impresed. If only I have taken a picture of it this morning. It was really beautiful. It was a portrait of a girl, by the way. I hope that Dawter T can still replicate it. I know that not all kids are alike. And, my daughters have their own endearing qualities. One's art is different from the other. Dawter T has the potential (not because I'm her mom, ok ok, it maybe because I'm her mom hahaha) and Bebi A's, well, let's just say abstract. Hehe.

Mind of a fickle

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