It’s been almost a year since I last posted here in my blog and there were times that I wanted to write again but for some reason, I keep forgetting what I was supposed to write. But here I am, ready to revive my little corner of the cyberworld!
For quite a while now, I have been thinking of what to do with my blog. Ever since I went dot com, I tried so hard to curate my posts to be more SEO-friendly (which is still a hit or miss for me, I don’t think I will ever figure out this SEO thing. So if anyone is willing to train me, I will be so grateful, I will bake you a batch of chocolate cupcakes. No kidding!), and followed whatever blogging rule I find that I kinda lost the sense of why I started blogging in the first place.
Hello there! We’re a few days before the end of the first month of this year. And it is just now that I found some time to try and blog about the happenings in my household. In the last post three months ago, I talked about the nannies I’ve had in the past few years. And I did mention that nanny #6 came back with the thought that all will be well. Unfortunately, I was wrong. Everything went downhill from there. 5 weeks after she came back, she went AWOL. After all her talks of working long term or not […]
But here’s the thing. Letting my mom handle my responsibility in taking care of my son made me feel guilty. She already sacrificed a lot since I gave birth and taking her time away to do the things she loves away from her again didn’t sit well with me. I knew that I needed to find a nanny whatever it takes. Don’t get me wrong. My family has been very helpful in my situation as a solo parent. But I know that they also have things they want to pursue, responsibilities and obligations to take care of, lives to live.
Z just turned 6. And in the 6 years, we’ve had 6 nannies in a span of 3 cumulative years. Not as many as the others, that’s for sure. I’ve heard others had around 9 in a year! For the 3 years that we didn’t have one, it was my mom and my sister who took the responsibility of taking care of my son.
It’s been a long while since I really posted in this blog. Stories about my journey to motherhood and Z’s journey to development. If you go back a few posts back, I wrote about being a long-distance momma. Well, that was the reason for the very few posts. I’m hoping that that would change soon. Z is back with me in the big metro since I was able to get a new nanny. She’s only been with us for about a couple of weeks but I am hoping that she’s here to stay for a bit longer. I’ll probably talk […]
2018, just like any other year, was another challenging year. But if there’s one thing that I really learned this year, it was to find something to be grateful for despite the outcome of the day. It doesn’t have to be something big, you know. It could be as simple as being able to smell the coffee when you wake up. Or even being grateful for getting the chores done.
I now have a great appreciation of what OFW mommas sacrifice for their families. It is not easy being away from your kids, no matter the distance. There’s this constant worry, the constant fear, the constant loneliness.
The year started a little bit crazier than I expected. I actually haven’t anticipated the turn of events that happened this year. But such is life, you know. It is filled with twists and turns and we never really see them coming.
I miss this blog. I haven’t been blogging for quite a while now because of all the millions of things I have to do. Whenever I get to find a time to sit down and start writing, I see something that needs to be done immediately. So the blog takes the backseat again. My list of pending posts is growing longer and as much as I want to publish it all, the functioning braincells left after a long day clamors for sleep. I’m already feeling it. I’m burned out. I need a vacation. I need rest. I need a new […]