Pre-school shopping

Ana started school last year in the province. She’s away most of the time and I don’t get to see her A LOT. Next school year will definitely be different. I’ve been looking around the inter webs for a suitable school. Here is my top 1 so far: www.kidsindayschool.com

It says Kids In Day School (KIDS). All the comments I’ve read so far are positive ones. It’s a semi-progressive school, too. I’ve always wanted a progressive school for Ana.

I called to schedule an appointment. Bas and I will go check it out with Ana hopefully on Thursday if they approve the schedule. Still waiting for a confirmation. I’m crossing my fingers on this one. Aside from the learning, the schedule and proximity from my place is all a win-win-win situation! If this is what God gives me then so be it. If not, I’m sure there are others out there.

I’m so excited for this school year to end. I will be spending more time with Ana because she’ll be staying with me permanently by end of March. Hurray!

After 10 years…

I want to start being active here again. Why? Because I always forget my log-in details in my new website! I am really bad at remembering passwords. So really, it’s ok for you to let tell me what your password is, because later, it’s all gone with the wind. I think it has something to do with passwords having numbers in them. Oh well papel, i’ll try to hook this one up in my website na wala pang laman.

Hiatus

I haven’t been writing any lately because I’ve been busy spending too much time with my daughter. After 5 weeks in the province, she arrived last September 25. Five weeks was the longest we’ve been apart and it made me definitely go bonkers.

Blame it on having no yaya/helper.
Blame it on the office being too far from home because I could definitely bring her to work everyday if.
Blame it on my dad who is soooo..hmm..busy? (according to him)
Blame it to the weather because she had to recuperate from her sickness.

Sigh. It’s hard being away from your child. I seriously can’t imagine how OFWs who are parents as well do it.

For Ana. September 23, 2010. 12:48am

After more than a month, I will finally see my daughter on Saturday. I’m sooo excited. She should have arrived last weekend but my dad canceled their trip last minute which led to me being not myself: cranky, easily irritated, depressed, cranky and cranky.

Ana is my one and only love. I need her by my side and she needs her mom too, whatever people may say. The big problem is that I don’t have a babysitter and I highly rely on my dad when it comes to looking after my daughter. My dad can’t stay for more than a month here in Manila and has to always go back to the province because he “has to do something” there. This is the reason why Ana has to go on vacation in Ilagan every other month.

She’s only allowed a maximum of three weeks of separation from me because we both go crazy if it exceeds that. This is the first time that she stayed in Ilagan for more than a month. No wonder I’m going crazy and easily irritated. I need my daughter by my side. She’s the only person who can love me no matter what.

I missed you Ana and mommy will see you soon.

January 25

Today is my dad’s birthday. I stopped counting how old he is ever since he turned 50.

Also, my daughter called me up today.
Ana: Mommy, grandpa whipped me. It’s painful. Ana cried.
(she still refers to herself in the 3rd person)
Me: Why? What did you do?
Ana: I biked.
Me: Did grandpa tell you not to bike?
Ana: Yes.

The point of this post? I told my daughter last year that if ever something like this happens, if someone hurts her or tells bad things about her, she should tell me. Months after, I get a call like this.

Maarte

I am maarte. Yep, that is a fact.

To quote my yearbook page, “…she’s naturally maarte - the way she talks, laughs, smiles, writes, walks, plays, acts, seem to be very annoying to some….But you have to know that she’s not doing it just to catch attention.”

I don’t know if people get this. I think they just have to get used to me to understand this. But insecure people will never even try to understand, or get close. hehehe. I don’t care anyway. I don’t live to please others.