Around November-December of last year, pogiBoy started telling me and his dad stories about this boy in his nursery. In his halting speech, he would explain that Bamboo hits him or pushes him or smacks him. At first we didn’t want to read too much into it knowing how kids can sometimes play rough and that some toddlers still don’t know how to share. Maybe it’s harmless.

We spoke to his main keyworker and she assured us that they will keep a closer watch on the boys.

2 January, pogiBoy was back in nursery and the first thing he told me and his dad after school was “Bamboo hit me again”.  I  have not even asked him how his day was. This time the nursery manager spoke to us to assure us that they are taking this seriously. She felt, like us, it could just be boys you know playing rough.

Then last week I dropped pogiBoy off and I was waiting for another mummy when I happened to look inside their room again. What did I see? pogiBoy was with 3 other kids from his room and they were laughing then this Bamboo reached out and punched my son on the chest!

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I knew it! I knew that when we seal the deal with our test consultants my work will spike and I will not be able to blog as much. I couldn’t even bloghop. Hirap talaga nang walang maid. Please let me be true to myself and to you. Mahirap po talaga especially if I want to sit down and write instead of cooking til late at night.

Thank you to everyone who left me comments and dropped me emails. Thanks for repeatedly checking for new updates.  And apologies for missing out on so many things that you’ve been writing about.

Sabi ni hubby, magsulat na daw ako dahil baka akalain nang mundo patay na ko. As if the World will really notice.

So what happened? Well all my chilli plants are dead because of the cold season. My daffodils are sprouting up early because Global Warming is here to stay. pogiBoy has had cough-cold-ear infection in a vicious cycle since December. Hubby and I are still fighting like adolescents. And my work will lock me up for the rest of the year.

Everything’s just as I expected, except for the fighting-part. But to be honest, I’m too tired to really care. I’m already stressed enough at work when I come home, I just want to chill. So I fry my brain with film after film. I have not gone back to baking, I’m resting my hands. I have not gone back to my exercise regime because most of the time, I’m not home until 8-9pm.

I’m enjoying myself though. It’s real wonder considering I’ve been working in the place for a year now and I’ve barely complained. In fact, just this week I was almost cheek-to-cheek with hot guy and he smelled really nice. You know, just-out-of-the-shower nice? I guess with little perks like those I can ignore my little whinges.

Anyhow,  I’m back & thank God it wasn’t depression that made me stay away. My brain is bursting with topics to write about here and for PMN. So please keep watching this space and I am sure to be more visible in the coming weeks. Salamat uli sa mga paalala at nakaalala.