PTA with Micael's teacher

Tab and I went to CPC today for a PTA with Micael's teacher.  I thought it would take 30-45 minutes, at the most.  We were there for nearly 2 hours!  Nice because I learned how Micael behaves in school.  He's very curious about his surroundings and is always taking walks to other classrooms, saying Hi to the other teachers.  Pretty much joining their class, if he likes it too!  They don't mind having him, which is good! haha  He's gotten the most difficult lesson - Mr. Different - down pat!  Teacher Joanne says that on the first day, he knew exactly which one was different (i.e. 3 fire trucks and 1 turtle - he would pick out the turtle!)  One day, when he finished his worksheet ahead of everyone else, he even tried to teach his classmate!  CUTE!!!!  Teacher Joanne seems to love him and I like how she talks about him.  She mentions that he always gives her a hug... That demonstrates that he likes her back!  (Tab says that as long as it's a girl asking for a hug, he'll give it!  But I think that he genuinely likes her! hahaha) 

She showed us his worksheets and talked about his art projects.  How when he goes missing from her class, she knows pretty much where to look - at the sandbox area, the bahay kubo, the computer room or the classrooms upstairs!  He listens very well, making sure to follow the instructions (in music class) and is very, very cooperative when it comes to participating there! 

He doesn't really vocalize at school, but today, during Music class, he was actually singing along to the song, dancing along with everyone else and in general having a good time!  My heart was so full, I was suprised it didn't burst out of my chest!  My baby is growing up...  I look at him now and I wonder and am awed that I was blessed with him.  I remember when I wasn't sure that I was pregnant and I consecrated my yet-unknown baby to Jesus on the cross.  And there he is, in front of me, jumping, laughing and having fun. 

My love for him is boundless.  This must be what it's like for God.  The way He loves us.  How perfect is this love.  How perfect is the Heart of God to love us this way. 

wife beating, etc.

Today, tab and i were talking about wife beating and i said 'Buti na lang you're not a wife beater.' He says 'Yup.  If I was, then you wouldn't marry me!  We wouldn't even get together.'  Then, he turned to me in the car and said 'like i said before we got married, what you see is what you get...  well... not really.  I was more considerate then.  Much more.  Sorry.'  I wanted to cry.  I guess because he never even hinted that he knew he was being inconsiderate... and now I even get an apology. 

I wrote to him before that I was so glad we started out as friends and that I hope we never stop being friends - even after so many years as husband and wife and so many kids.  I hope we never stop laughing together and hope that we always treat each other with consideration and love.  I want to grow old with him by my side.  Still making each other laugh and loving up a storm. This is what I pray for. This is what I want.

aaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhhh!!!!!!!

I was so harassed today when I arrived at work.  The program I'm supposed to use to answer emails didn't want to load and I had to pull an escalated email from the queue.  It's part of my job description to answer escalated emails.  I was mildly panicking.  I had called the Helpdesk and everything and all they could say was  "we'll check it out".  I was actually content to leave it at that, but then I got an email from the Team Manager to look into the email that was "stuck" in our queue!  My mild panic became full-blown!  I tried to log in to the program using 5 different computers, to no avail.  Turns out the server from the States that I was trying to access was down.  But I was able to get the email by using someone else's computer - they were already logged in.  Then my Supervisor arrived.  I had to go to the grocery to pay for the diapers and milk of the kids and I was planning to just sneak out.  That plan was shot when he arrived.  *sigh*  I asked permission to go get coffee and thank goodness he said yes!  I went to the grocery and then to get coffee with Tabby, Pines and Pinay.  I was gone from the office for around an hour.  Oops...

While I was trying to log into the program, my dad called and told me that my using "their" car was "abala" and Tabby and I should just use our own car.  Of course, when I told Tab that the car had to be returned to the house, he felt bad.  Not because we had to return the car so that my bro could use it, but because of the fact that dad said we were "abala".  It was pretty rough.  He was actually talking about moving us all to Shaw.  Oh my.  Hay naku.  I don't think that he was serious, but... what can I do if he really wants to do that?  It's not like I can overrule him.  Where he goes, I go.  Where we are, the kids are.  *sigh* 

I really wish that we had enough money to just be on our own.  That's what it comes down to.  Money.  We can't afford to live on our own.  We have 3 kids, 3 yayas.  I get so depressed sometimes when I think about our (lack of) financial security.  This is why I had to take up mom on her job offer.  It offers us breathing space.  So I really had no choice.  I've got mixed feelings about going to work for mom.  I'm sure that it's not going to be as easy as I think it will be.  Nothing with mom is. 

So here I am at the office, listening to Moulin Rouge on my iPod (which came from dad), feeling like shit.  I don't think that there is anything I can do about this, and so all I can do is lift it up to Mama Mary and Jesus.  I know They will watch out for me.  And I trust that They will place me where They want me. 

I want to sleep.  All I want to do is just disappear and do nothing for a full 24 hours.  Just lie down, sip my tea, smoke my cigarette and just... be.  I need a break.  Wish it were that easy... oh well. Back to the grind.