Enjoying My Downtime

My week-long downtime gave me the pleasure of taking care of my son full-time. I haven't had this opportunity in a while because I do not have any leave credits yet.

With 5 days of unpaid sick leave, I can just imagine my paycheck on the 30th but c'est la vie. You win some, you lose some. 

Since I'm contagious, I was advised to isolate myself from people but Wolfie hasn't left my side since Sunday. It's a bit of a risk but he just had his MMR (measles, mumps, rubella) vaccine less than a year ago so I figured, he'd be safe.

If he catches the virus, at least he'll be immunized for life but more than anything else I think he's also enjoying having his mama for himself. 

All we do all day is watch TV, alternately Disney Channel or Disney Junior and if he lets me, I get to watch TLC. I admit that I am very lenient when it comes to television but I'm very selective when choosing the shows that he can watch. I'm not against local shows but I find most of them lacking in educational values so I try to steer Wolf away from those types of shows. The only time that I can't control it is when I have to go to work and leave him with my parents. For the life of me, I just can't figure out why mom likes watching Willy Revillame. 

I felt better enough to do the laundry today but the detergent aggravated the itch. :(

My eyes are still a bit sensitive to light but I hope that the headache that have been plaguing me will go away. 

We will be productive today. :)

Ruminations

So contracting measles is nature's way of slowing me down. 

I'm chatting right now with a friend who's halfway across the world. I just told her that it is scary to gamble. 

I am thinking that I've been trying to move forward but what if the right way is to move a step backwards? Or maybe even to take on a different direction altogether.

A few days past, I've undergone a terrible breakdown. Or maybe it was a breakthrough. I don't know. I haven't sat and wrote like this for a long, long time. 

Day to day practical necessities rendered me mute. I still haven't forgotten Virginia's advise to get a room of one's own.

Despite the emotional turmoils that I have been battling these past few months, one thing is clear. A change is definitely in order. 

Everything else will be collateral damage.

Jumping Ship

The sudden shift of career plans made me so busy that I haven't had time to update this blog. 

This is it for now.

Thursday Mayhem

Thursday afternoon, Wolf and I were playing when we heard Maya's frantic barking just outside the window. We looked out and found my brother restraining Maya but thought nothing of it and even waved 'Hi!' to him.

We resumed playing and after a minute I heard my brother yelling my name and asked me to get the cat.

Holy...

So I raced out back and found my heavily-perspired brother restraining Maya while a thin and bedraggled cat lay a few feet away.  Kuya was grasping Maya by the scruff of her neck while poking the cat away from Maya.

The cat, unfortunately, chose to wander into our house this one afternoon that Maya was freely roaming around. According to my brother, he found Maya clamped on the poor cat's hind legs and was swinging it around. Which is probably the reason why the cat was lying around helplessly because her legs were injured. The cat is a fighter though because she was still hissing and clawing at us for all she was worth. 

The problem was how to move her without getting scratched at the process because she was really going at us with her uninjured paws.

I managed to find a shovel and carefully slipped it under the cat to avoid further injury. I was still scared to move her because she may jump and scratch my eyes out so Dad had to do it for me. Hehe.

Anyway, we put the cat outside were we had a small patch of land that has a fence on it so that she can recuperate undisturbed. 

By nighttime, she was gone though. Hope she survived.

What would've happened to her if we hadn't intervene? Imagine the mayhem.

 Maya, the aftermath

Poor kitty.

Looking Forward To The Holy Week

Haven't been blogging much, have I?

There have been many instances and happenings that I would have wanted to write about but for some reason, I find myself running dry on words.

I blame it on my lack of space. We're still nomads without a place of our own. A recent event triggered yet another reason to temporarily move someplace else and my muse must have been fed up by the constant disruption and has left. Temoporarily, I hope.

I am not particularly religious but I find myself looking forward to the weeklong vacation that I am going to have. I am hoping that the downtime will restore my words.

It has been too long.