I don't really get my fingernails done. My hands look too manly that no amount of hand spa and nail color can make it ladylike. My day to day activities are also not very friendly for long, prettyfied, manicured nails (I wash my children's bum, no thanks). So yeah, a trip to the …
I grew up in an era where the concept of Wishlist did not exist. In those days, whenever there was an "exchange gifts" during Christmas parties, the giver carried the burden of gift-giving—one that I carried ever since I started high school.
Of course, the whole world has to know. Because I feel like a domestic goddess after doing such feat. And just in case it doesn't happen again. I don't know if there's a household chore more tedious than folding clothes. I would have seizures just thinking about it. Plus, it r…
I thought I would have a long, uninterrupted sleep last night because for the first time in almost two years, I let our toddler sleep with my mom. But that much needed rest never happened. I was so uncomfortable with this belly that could pop anytime, the perpetual back pain, the need to…
I often find myself reminiscing about the old days. Those days when we get to eat out and go on spontaneous road trips every week. The time when we don't celebrate special occasions over food deliveries. The time when we conveniently fake fever to have an excuse for skipping work. Or …
Two things. One. I am addicted to rolled oats soaked in plain Greek yogurt and cinnamon. I prepared one for the bunso but he doesn't seem to show interest in it. It was so good that I had to ask the husband to buy more for my own consumption. Whatever I eat, the baby eats anyway. Tw…
Sometimes, I amaze myself with my adulting, considering that my hormones are still on overdrive. You see, I have written a complaint—after making countless of calls and follow-ups on not having an internet connection for almost two months—in the most diplomatic way. For someone whose life…
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