Mind of a fickle

This morning, Bebi A woke me up and asked me to pick her up at school (nawili ang bruhaha, sinundo ko kasi nung Friday). I told her that I can't since I will be at work. That got me into thinking again. I know it's not yet time. We have bills to pay, families to support. But, I would like to stay at home and take care of the girls (and maybe scrap hehehe). But, as I have said (convincing myself), it's the not the right time yet. When will be the right time?

Between the two of us, Pre can finish a whole bottle of perfume in 2-3 months. The thing with my hubby is, it's hard to select the scent that he wants. So, it's either I give him a repeat or buy something that I feel would suit him then pray very hard that he will be ok with it. The last perfume I gave him, Armani's Attitude, which was my gift on our anniversary was sweetish for his taste. And, I don't think there will be repeat of that in the near and far future. I find Attitude to be very soothing yet manly. I don't like something that would empower. But, then, I believe it's still how the perfume actually blends with your skin. And, that's how Pre smells it, sweet for his skin. Haha. He's still using it though so I am happy that it didn't go to waste. But, the next time I decide to buy another perfume forhim, I will try to look for a soothing scent that will be more to his taste, compare it to his old perfumes like Tommy Hillfiger, Pol...

This morning, Ate A went to Bebi A's school to pay for the 2nd term's fees. (Grrr... Tama ba ang mahal?) She met up with Bebi A's teacher and because she cares so much of her peborit alaga, she asked "How's Bebi A? Is she still crying at school?" The teacher said no and that she's doing well. BUT, of all BUTS, Bebi A complains a lot. Primadonna ang hija! The teacher said that Bebi A will tell her little things like when her classmate walks fast. Mwahahahaha. Sumbungera! Hahaha. So, the teacher asked Ate A if Bebi A is like that at home. Ate A, of course, defended her peborit's honor. "Of course not". Ang taray! Hahaha. The point is, Bebi A is sumbungera. She's becoming a bratty. It's time for Ursula to put that trait inside the locket!

Dawter T called me up and excitedly told me that she's the highest in Math for term 1. So, I thought it was for their exam in Ordinal numbers. "Mommy, Mrs. T said, I am the highest in my tests and in my worksheets. I am 100 %!" Ok, ok, it's our first year in Primary so I am still a bit confused with the grading system. Then, she said, my English is good, but it's not like Math! That got me more confused! But still, I owe her a trip to Night Safari! Hehehe. *** I got home and found Dawter T's assessment folder. And lo and behold, it's true! I am very proud of my chicka! Hehehe (And Pre was even more than proud, for him, only Math matters hahaha)

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.

The two girls are on one week school vacation. They're lazing around, sleeping and waking up late, watching wayyyy too much tv, playing wayyyy too much... I guess they're enjoying life and I am sooooo jealous hehehe So, I am making them study! Haha... The mean mom! No wonder Bebi A calls me Ursula!

Starting our day at 6:20AM (I have to set it that way to give my slowpoke of a daughter 10 more minutes in bed) is no joke for me. Once upon a time, I used to be able to wake up early, it's more than a decade now. I cram to be able to able ride along with my dad to save tranpo fare (and later on splurge it on movie tickets or junk foods hehehe). A bit nostalgic these days. A lot's changing in our lives and in our friends' lives. Sometimes I couldn't keep track anymore. I don't know if I'm doing a good job with the girls, sometimes I feel that I don't and it makes me think more. Gone were the days when you threaten kids and they will follow you. I don't think it will work now. Haha. When I was young, one look from my mommy was enough for me to start sweeping the floor or help with the dishes. Oh well. But, I miss those days. I miss my daddy and mommy. I wish things were still the same. My husband's been bugging me to go home. And I keep ...

We've had an adventure this afternoon. We ate at Pizza Hut and was very disappointed that they forgot to bring out our pizza. It should have come sooner but they made a mistake of bringing out thin crust instead of pizza hut. Pre had to ask the crew about it and only then did they informed us that the pizza was still 5 minutes away, and they were giving us some fried chicken for our wait. I mean, hello? We've waited a long time and it was not our fault and you only thought of the chicken after my husband marched in to your area to ask! We're not difficult customers. We're just hungry hehehe... Bad thing turned to good. The manager was Filipina and after Pre told her about our case, she said that Pizza Hut decided that we don't need to pay for what they have served. Fair enough. But, I don't think I will be coming back anytime soon. So sad. To cap our day, took some photos of the girls. Ate too conscious of her teeth. Bebi A, loving her yellow balloon.

I have been lazy in updating my blogs lately. Been busy at home, at work and at play. Wish I can spend some time just sleeping and thinking of nothing. Oh well. Be thankful.