I’m keeping still and wishing to keep it that way for a long,long time. Now, there’s peace and quiet in the house. No more masungit na yaya. No more rowdy teenagers. At daytime it’s an empty house(no threat of anyone getting starved, zero electric consumption): Raine is at daycare (his grandparents’ house) while I’m in the office. At nighttime it’s our big bunk. I like it better this way…even if trips to the toilet means “water play time” for Raine. I don’t mind doing the laundry ’til the middle of the night while my little one is snorkingly fast asleep; as long as I can catch up on some readings while the washing machine is at work. I don’t mind picking up the scattered toys on the floor or waking up at 2 o’clock in the morning just to turn off the TV. Considering the things I have to do for Raine’s sake…I do not have the energy anymore to worry about others and stuff or to bite off more than I could chew.
Im fine with this. Quoting my boss’ favorite line: Everything under control?…Ja.