I hope I won't sound like a witch mom pushing my daughter away but really, I'm relieved that today marks my daughter's 2nd year in school. Does that mean 3 hours of me-time? 3 hours of silence and peace? Yes, maybe. But no, I found myself cleaning and fixing the house; then eventually prepared for early dinner. Actually, as I type these words, I can hear the squeaky sound of my 4-year-old Ondoy-survivor washing machine. I have separated the clothes first, earlier before we left, from whites to pastels to coloreds to pinks (we have too much of it, it has its own group). The coloreds went first as it don't require much effort. I didn't want to tire myself yet as the thunder's teasing me --- always like that, raining when I wash. Pfft. Anywayyyy, so below's my little firework's first day of back-to-school outfit. Doesn't she look so timid, fragile and very lady-like? Hah! She was everywhere, sweating and even took off her dainty headband minutes we stepped the school premises.
|Cardies from The Little Bugger, Sandals from Elle Kids, Headband from Rain Bows,|
I'm glad she's going to be really busy, not that she didn't do anything the past 2 months of summer. Oh, I enrolled her to school of life! Hehe.
She soaked and danced in the rain...
Oh, and she developed her love for fixing her own room! Okay, she just helped me. ;)
Oops, I should have posted this before picking her up but realized that 3 hours weren't enough for all the things I wanted to do without her. I picked her up and now we just finished an Arroz Caldo dinner for this rainy Monday evening. While I'm doing this, there's a basin of laundered clothes soaked in fabric conditioner waiting for me! Whew. SAHMs are heroes, really.