Nope, not Raviv.
Anyway, it’s my rest day today (after 4 consecutive days of gruelling, intense-na-intense teaching), and what I want to do is maglaba!
Yes, you read that right. I want to do the laundry, because it’s so freaking hot and I’m hopeful that if I do the laundry I’ll keep on touching the water and water will spill onto my body so I’ll groan with relief (eeew, did it just sound sensual?).
Earlier Randy told me to just turn on the aircon in our bedroom while I was watching the 1994 Miss Universe pageant–that was held here in the Philippines–on YouTube. In fairness, natuwa ako. 🙂 I remember watching it when I was 11 years old, stood 5’1”, and was worried because I had a keloid on my knee—the surefire sign that I was not meant to be a beauty queen, hehe. Today, I thought that I would find the whole thing baduy, but surprisingly I didn’t. And two things stood out for me. First, I now realize I got a good reason aside from “patriotism” why the 11-year-old me was rooting for Charlene Gonzales. She was so beautiful, so witty, and so eloquent pala talaga. Second, Ogie Alcasid was awesome as the ladies’ tour guide.
Anyway, back to the aircon. I couldn’t turn on the aircon because 1) I was alone in our bedroom and just relaxing so sayang naman ang kuryente, and 2) it reeked of rugby because there were workers in adjacent room renovating our bedrooms and working on my future walk-in closet. Yes guys, I’m gonna have pretty modular walk-in closet soon! I’ve always wanted one, so the best husband in the world (itago na lang natin sa pangalang Randy) made sure I’m gonna have it in our future new bedroom. It’s really smaller (a lot) than what I actually need (yes, NEED…I have so many clothes and abubots eh), but I didn’t want my walk-in closet to eat into our bedroom. Anyway I could still use the cabinets along our future corridor to store my not-so-favourite clothes and accessories.
But because of that renovation, jusko, our current bedroom is a huge pile of mess! Gravity!
The kalat above is just the tip of the iceberg! These are just the freshly-laundered clothes that we don’t know where to put. Not to mention the sawdust and cement dirt that my feet feel on the floor! But then tiis-tiis na lang. I hope that in a week, I could start fixing my new walk-in closet. Magpapaka-Marie Kondo ako. It’s a lot of work but now I feel more confident because someone is baaaack!
Yes, someone dear has come back to work for us.
Sirit na who?
We picked her up from the airport just last Wednesday after our review class on Katipunan Ave. If not for my splitting migraine I’d have jumped up and down hugging her upon seeing her because I’m sooo relieved she’s back!
Hindi ko lang naikukwento sa inyo, but ever since Yaya Isay left after Christmas (she promised she’d be back but honestly I didn’t believe her. I think she only said she’ll come back so we won’t convince her not to leave. Oh well, whatever) I dreaded coming home to Los Banos and preferred staying in Sta. Rosa. It’s always a mess, and we kept on replacing part-time maids. Then finally when we settled on getting a full-time gay “maid”, I held my expectations because he’s only 21 years old. So yes, there were a lot he didn’t know and his idea of cleanliness was very disparate from mine. Most of the time I’d end up doing lots of things but I was just grateful I had someone to utos and help me. I had no choice but to lower my standards and hold my expectations lest I’d be highblood all the time.
Anyway in other news, Randy and I tried to talk to Raviv last night. But Motherhood was nagpaka-contravida! She said that Raviv is having the time of his life, never tiring of playing with his cousins. She told us not to call because the last time we called and talked to him, Raviv silently cried himself to sleep. No theatrics—he just probably missed us but didn’t want to complain or make a big deal out of it. According to Mom, Raviv’s such a good boy who never complains. So painfully good that when Raviv quietly cried himself to sleep (Mom asked what was wrong, he just said “Nothing”), she and Dad were also teary-eyed, in awe of how mabait Raviv is. So ‘wag na raw naming tawagan at nade-depress lang daw ang bata. 🙁 That left Randy and me feeling ambivalent. We’re of course happy that Raviv is having fun, especially because we know we cannot devote our time to him this summer. But we’re also really sad because we miss him so much that this morning we just watched several videos of Raviv recorded on my mobile phone.
Hayst, ganito pala mahiwalay sa anak. To survive, I just pretend and tell myself that Raviv will be back tomorrow. And then I tell myself that the following day. And the following day, and so on. I don’t know until when I can keep up this charade. Oh well, might as well be productive: teach excellently (oh boy, I missed teaching high school students!!!), channel my still-nowhere-to-be-found inner Marie Kondo in preparation for my walk-in closet, get-together with friends…and co-make a Raviva with Randy. 😉 Hihi.