where were we?...

Another day...another month...and finally it hits me. It's nearing Christmas again. And it'll be another year. There wasn't so much to do lately, except attend ballet recitals, prepare for birthday parties, shop for party goodies, get report cards, bring kids to the pediatrician, take the kids out to the mall, have dinner with husband and friends, and do some visita iglesia...not to mention the other things I need to take care of and think about everyday. Not much. Or so I say. I don't know if you can call that busy, or maybe I am thinking of other things to be busy about. This week, I am looking forward to another dinner with my College friend Panyang, and a trip to nearby Tagaytay. *Tagaytay again! lol!* And maybe we could do some church visit, like my husband and I always do (thank God for my husband who shares this thing with me... Just last Saturday, we had mass at the St. Therese Shrine in Villamor Airbase for the first time, which is a huge church...my kids were about to pop their eyes out in amazement). But before that, I have yet to show up at the DFA office for my youngest son's passport.

I often think that my life is on hold. That all I do is eat and sleep. I've never fully realized that the tag "MOMMY" has a grip on me. I always think that "I'm so idle". How clueless of me to think that way. The thought just hit me now--my hands are full. I've got things to do. I have a full time work and I have no time to wallow around in thoughts of idleness. And no matter how they say that mommyhood is routinary, I'm just surprised that everyday is a "surprise" of its own. I love how I could do my routines, yet there is so much more to do in a day and so much more to learn from my kids, every single time i spend with them, that it gives routine a twist. Funny how I sometimes think that I could do so much more than all of these, when I don't even have time to pamper myself. (I was thinking of furthering my studies and take up Master's or maybe join a specialty training---Nursing related of course...or maybe a culinary class...teehee* cut me some slack...that's where my brains head to sometimes).

I thought that I've got nothing much to do. That my kids and husband are just there thriving on their own without any contribution from me. How dense could I get. Thank God for the kisses, the hugs, and the "thank-you-mommys"...they brought me back earth. Just like slipping out of consciousness and somebody shakes us back to reality...and to make it seem like the slipping-out-of-consciousness never really happened, we say.."And so...where were we?"