Google judging me

For over two decades, I did my best making myself Google-proof. It was only recently (just earlier this year, to be exact) that I realized it’s not bad to be found because I’m not interesting enough to be stalked and don’t sell enough drugs and smuggled guns and ammunition to be a person of interest to the authorities. Then, along comes Google.

Nice of you to remind me, Google

For someone who works at home, these numbers are not surprising but are nevertheless bad (5 km is roughly a bit over twice the length of the UP Acad Oval.).


Conversations with Jed

School has improved Jed’s speaking skills a lot. In fact, they improved so much that he now talks endlessly even when I need and ask him to stop. Anyway, we’ve had some deep conversations recently…

“Who’s your best friend in school?”
“Not Chase?”
“No. Chase says his best friend is Chloe, but Chloe is myyy best friend, so I’m angry at Chase.”

Anak, you can’t keep destroying and losing your erasers. I can’t keep buying things for you. Your things are expensive.”
“Yes. I need a lot of money to buy them. Expensive.”
“Don’t worry, mama. Tomorrow, my things won’t be expensive anymore.”

“Mama, tell me a story.”
“Which one do you want?”
“Snow White.”
“Okay. Once upon a time, there was an evil queen…”

Happy Post

Wow. It’s been a while since I last posted an attempt at a blog entry. I’ve been extremely busy since I gave birth to Sam, a big (as in I-nearly-had-to-be-cut-open-in-the-delivery-room kind of big) and beautiful baby girl who is now a little more than four months old.

Here’s what’s been happening.

I went on maternity leave a week before Sam’s estimated due date (which turned out to be accurate) and switched jobs shortly after. I am now a full-time editor for a Hong Kong-based company and a writer for the creative agency I used to work for as an in-house writer (agency 1) and for another agency (agency 2).

All of these, I do at home. Flexible hours and work attire. Showers irregular and optional.

You may be wondering how I manage to fit three jobs, a baby, a pre-schooler, and occasional labandera duties in one day.

I don’t.

What does my week look like?

I edit files for four to six hours a day, six days a week. I write for agency 2 five days a week. I write for agency 1 when they have work available and when I have time.

My baby has a stay-out nanny who primarily takes care of her during the day. I remain in charge of Jed, who is now in kinder 1. I feed, shower, and hatid-sundo him. I also help him out with his homework.

In-between tasks, I chug unhealthy amounts of black coffee, which I am quickly becoming immune to.

I’m still trying to come up with a somewhat cleaner and more systematic work–motherhood schedule than the one I have now. My current schedule isn’t bad. It’s just not good enough.

Do I ever want to go back to working in an office?

No. I want to go back to having insurance and medical benefits, but not to working in an office. If I’m unable to get those benefits for myself and my family with my home-based career by the time Jed is in third grade, I’m probably looking for an office-based job again.

Why third grade, you ask? Around that time, Jed will have matured enough to be able to understand when they’re being abused at home by the yaya (or anyone else, really) and let me know if they are. I’m really just so paranoid about this because I experienced that as a kid, and I still haven’t fully gotten over it. I don’t want to entrust my children to strangers when they are this vulnerable.

Also, I want to be close to my kids. I love that Sam enjoys being with me and laughs a lot when we harot. I love how Jed is happy when I bring him to school and pick him up, just like what the other moms are doing with their kids. I love that I get to play and draw with them. I love that Jed has been making pa-cute to get me to buy him a toy shark and that dreadful Bendy and the ink machine thing he sees on YouTube.

Anyway, this wraps up my obviously hurried update. I missed you, WordPress. I’m going to bed so I can squeeze my children’s cheeks until they cry, only to get ignored by their drooling sleeping mother.