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.


Motivation and Commitment

Yesterday in our office, there was a talk about motivation and commitment. Because it made sense and because I’m also very easily influenced, I thought it was high time I came up with a little plan of my own as well.

In this post, I’m just going to go over a few changes I am committing myself to. I’m doing this because 1.) I want to be a little better; and 2.) I want to raise a healthy family by being their primary example. Here goes:

Eat fruits. I grew up hating most fruits. I used to just eat the sweet ones (bananas, mangoes, and grapes) and those that are commonly mistaken for vegetables. I didn’t really understand why until just recently. I recall that as a child I had a notoriously picky palate. I never ate anything raw unless it was sweet. Whenever I was fed something unfamiliar, I swore up and down I would never so much as smell another one like it again. So now, I’m a 26-year-old woman who tries to have veggies whenever they’re available (rare!), and eats processed food the rest of the time. Very unhealthy. So now, I vow to reconcile with fruits by eating one fruit per day after lunch at work (where the fast food temptation is greatest). Hopefully, my appetite adjusts right away and I’ll be able to increase my intake pretty soon.

Drink more water. We all grew up hearing that we should drink at least eight glasses of water a day. It makes me wonder who came up with that calculation or campaign. How does he feel about the fact that the simple statement he made decades ago has now evolved into a mantra that’s being ingrained in children’s minds as soon as their arms are strong enough to hold their own feeding bottles? And how does he feel that today, although everyone is saying it, he’s likely going to have a difficult time finding people who are actually doing it? So today, I vow to drink at least eight glasses of water a day. Not only is it going to make me healthier, the frequent bathroom trips should serve as added exercise (albeit a mediocre one for now), which by the way I plan to start working on next year.

Use facial masks. Okay, fine, this is obviously more for aesthetics than for health per se, although in my defense, I want to point out that you DO have to improve your health to improve your appearance. Applying facial masks is one way to do that. I’ve known about them for a long time but I never really paid attention because I thought the regular facial wash was already too much work. But people age. Don’t get me wrong. I know my skin is going to be wrinkly and saggy one day. I just think it’s aging too quickly. So I plan to start a better skin care regimen by applying a facial mask once or twice a week. To get me started, I ordered two kinds of Korean brand Innisfree’s masks. I’m not really sure if they’re the kind you’re supposed to use once a week or if they’re the type Koreans use every night. Anyway, I plan to switch to just making my own all-natural masks after that. I already have the recipe and I already know where to buy the ingredients. I should know all that, because I lost a lot of sleep looking them up last night.

There you go. Those are the three new habits I’m committing to towards being better. Here’s to me!