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    And so here I am planning a spring travel with the kids. The boys are pretty much homebodies now and would rather stay home than walk to the nearest grocery store. This is pretty much my usual conversation with one of them:

Me: You guys want to walk to (insert a place near our area)?

First born: What will we be doing there?

Me: look around and maybe buy something.

Youngest: Can I just stay home, Mom? 

Me: You’re stuck in the house all day. You need exercise!

Youngest: But, I don’t want to go out.

First Born: *Meh*

Me: Ok, that is it!! Change clothes and lets go out. Now. You don’t walk with your mother. No play time for the afternoon (meaning game time).

Both: *grunts* 

    I must admit that the boys always have a hard time catching up to me while we walk outside especially when we stepped inside the mall. They hate going with me because for some reason I walk down every aisle. Yes, I am one of those women. But, when weather permits, we would drive to the park. By then, they don’t mind because they can either skate or play soccer while my partner and I jog around the course.

    Tweenager according to Google translate means “a preteen or a young teenager”.  And, since they are a year and few months apart, they are practically in the same level. Do not get me wrong, my kids are good kids but sometimes, they can be trouble. I consider myself a strict mom and I always explain to them that I am doing two jobs as a parent so they have to cut me some slack. If I am a mean mom, that is because you have done something I did not approve of. Who else would discipline them? They are in the age where they understand ( well, I hope they do!). But, they are showing the signs of what is called self-discovery. And, that can be a pretty scary thing sometimes for a parent. You only hope and pray to God that they don’t mingle with the wrong group. I always tell them the pros and cons of things. Sometimes, I do not sugarcoat. It is best to hear it from their own mother than hear it from someone else.

    I remember being that age too. I’ve had my fair share of insecurities and doubts. Half of the time I am trying to “find myself”. My parents were a strict bunch. I was always home reading and sometimes playing with toys (because in my timeline, gadgets were not in or have limited access to it). So, when I gave birth to my own children. I would like to incorporate the strictness of my parents with education but yet in a way lenient at the same time that they don’t have to hide things from me. I would like them to open up to me when they need me.

    I may have been a young mother back then but I already know that I have always wanted kids. It’s just in my case, my blessings came way too early, at a tender age of 21. I have no regrets, though. I want to direct my kids to a more better path than I’ve had. Sometimes, I lose my patience and I scold them but that is part of being a parent: The Ups and Downs of Parenthood. These boys will really test my patience half of the week. But, being a tween is really a start of their adventure and discovering things. And, hopefully, in guiding them to a better path and would stay there.

   Tweenager years are basically the puberty years. So, you would imagine my conversations with my children already. It has, at one point, given me anxiety because it was too sensitive of a topic. But, I know I am the right person to discuss with them about it.

    I just hope they don’t grow up too fast. I am still enjoying them while they are this young even if I want to pull my hair in every direction.

[ //preteens ]


All happiness depends on a leisurely breakfast

Morning Thoughts

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Friday or Friyay?

There is such a thing as a “Friday” and a “Friyay”. It depends on how you say it and what you are feeling. But, mostly how you are feeling at that time.

from: snapchat

Today is a “Friyay” kind of day. My week started off stressed and tiresome; due to mostly managing my adult life and my children’s life as well. Being a single mom can be a pretty tough job but I seem to manage just so fine. So, I guess I am doing a satisfactory job. But, there are times when I just want to rest my head on my soft pillow and never get up. To just lay there and stare at the ceiling and do absolutely nothing. But, as a busy mom, myself, I can’t afford to just sit there and stare at the ceiling when two tweenagers are constantly calling your name and asking what to eat and do (because they are bored without their gadgets).

But today is a less stressful day. Because I get to get off work earlier and rush home before the kids get home. There is an hour interval of peace and relaxation. And, most importantly, I am in a particularly good mood today. Also, my kids did not drive me crazy today.

We did not go out because it’s Good Friday. I take pleasure just staying home and resting from the hectic week behind me. Doing nothing is just the therapy my body and my mind needs. This also gives me an opportunity to blog in my me-time while the others are doing their own thing.

Music also helps me relax. I have to have music while cooking, cleaning, blogging, even reading. I listen to most genres. Lately, I am into love songs, whether it be an oldie (but a goodie!) or a recently released song. I am a romantic so I enjoy being “serenaded” to. 🙂

This may not be your type of music but it does have sweet lyrics to it.

Please sit and enjoy. And relax.

Everyone deserves to enjoy some me time on this fine Friday.

Currently listening to:


[// blog & chill]

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Wee hours of the night.

My head is racing with all these thoughts in my head. It is two in the morning in New York City and my mind refused to calm itself to sleep. And, so I write.

I hear the cars pass by making a solitary noise then it fades into the background. Everyone else is asleep, I am sure. Except me. There are moments when insomnia hits and I can’t even blame my coffee intake during the day for it. I blame the neurons in my brain for keeping me awake at night.

What is it with the silence of the night that can be so intriguing? Maybe because during the waking hours, our physical bodies are awake and you’re being pulled in every which way by responsibilities that you forget to take a break. Then, the sun sets in the horizon and when every man is tucking themselves to sleep, that is when your brain wanders to a fairy tale; a sort of day dream, only at night. It can be a positive outcome. Sometimes, thoughts turn into nightmares. It really depends on how you’re feeling. You fight your inner demons at night hoping to come out a victor. Sometimes, you just surrender to slumber waiting for another chance on another day.

Night and its solitude.

It can be a good thing. It is where I collect my thoughts and recharge. But, sometimes, my thoughts are too active at night. It’s hard to have all these feelings and thoughts bottled up. So that is when I wake up the next day needing my coffee fix for not sleeping enough.

Let’s just say, the sandman never showed up.

[ // Insomnia ]