mafia moms

I used to pride myself for being independent (aka loner). I don’t mind eating alone and I don’t mind doing things on my own. Heck! I even watched a movie on my own! (once). I am woman, I am independent, HEAR ME ROAR!!!

Aside from this, having the technology we have now, I can bug my cousins and sister anywhere and at anytime I want. So really having someone be physically beside me to talk to was not high on my priority list. Don’t get me wrong, I have individual relationships, I’m not a hermit! (FYI! nothing wrong with that) but I’ve always felt like it was better to keep my circle small. And by small, I mean one friend I have breakfast with every two weeks.

But when like-minded stay at home moms welcomed me into their fold, I discovered that I may be the flock, cult following kind of gal. I’ve discovered that belonging to a bigger circle means that there are more people to catch you when you fall and/or when one isn’t able to help, another one is there to do the deed. Or it can be as simple as having someone to always have coffee with when my hands start to shake and want to get that caffeine buzz my body craves for once in a while😉.

In just4 months, It amazes me how easy it was for me to blend in with this group. By being with these ladies I found an outlet to vent out frustrations big or small and by also willing to listen, I’ve found out that some of them also share my own. I have learned things I might have not known of otherwise and I wouldn’t have met such interesting people with such colorful lives. It’s always nice to know and be reminded that I am not alone in this struggle we call motherhood.

I always describe our group to other people as a mafia of moms who are kind-hearted and caring. But think twice before you cross any of their children and/or anybody they care about because these moms are lionesses in sheep’s clothing and although they look meek and mild, they can clobber you to death with just a stare. Let’s just say, I’m happy I’m on their good side.

I used to think that having my family with me is all I need but having friends that are loyal and treat you like their family, is one offer I simply cannot refuse.

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I came, I sold, I drank coffee…

 

This morning, I had the opportunity to show off and sell my crochet love products to a group of Venezuelan women. Insane right?! 😱 Never in my wildest dreams but I’m glad the opportunity came my way.

Apparently it’s all the rave now with SAHM (aka Jumeira Janes) in Dubai. How it works is…

A group of friends coordinates a bazaar at one of their houses and invites sellers (like me) to show off their products for a fee. I found out after, that the fees that we sellers paid for were the funds used to buy the breakfast spread. Friends, neighbors and even my own friends (aka the Filipino mafia) were cordially invited to come and have a look at the handmade lovelies and have coffee with the group.


It was a nice quiet morning with good coffee, good company and great handmade products 😜. The way I look at it, it’s a win-win situation, I got to sell, they got to have a social morning, have a nice breakfast spread for no expense (to them) and met new friends! All while our little ones were in school. Beats my usual morning of ironing and laundry any day! 


I’ve been slowly coming out of my shell when it comes to selling and showing off my products on a face to face level. I’m comfortable with Facebook  and Instagram selling because it has that “take it or leave it” attitude. And mostly just good friends  order from me. With bazaars I feel vulnerable because people (strangers) get to touch my products, try them on and have them judge me or tell me if they like it or not. Who wants that right? 

Thankfully today was a good day, the organizer even said that my table was her favorite of the bunch which for me was  already worth all the effort I did on coming to her house.

As a result of me stepping out of my comfort zone, I have opened myself to a bigger network of friends and a couple of possible invites to another coffee morning bazaar. 

Hopefully it will soon open my bank account to a bigger balance 😉.

Until the next conquest! 

Xoxo 😘

 


a promise to my 40 year old self

At the beginning of this year I made a resolution to lose weight. I know, so original right? But I told myself that with my youngest being 4 years old this year, carrying that extra baby weight around is simply not acceptable anymore. So I bought all the Bootea on sale, skipped my meals and reduced my carbs and just all around forgetting to live life. Now I know this should mean that I’m a size 0 by now right? Weeeeell…not quite because while doing all this craziness I’ve had constant headaches that disabled me from doing anything around the house and the most scary part was that it was affecting my driving (and I never drive alone – I always have two precious passengers behind me). But my harsh realization came to me by way of my husband (my light and guide 😜) when one night as I was complaining of yet another massive headache he told me that I have to take care of myself more. Be aware of the things that harm me and not consciously inflict them upon myself because this craziness of trying to lose weight could kill me (so enlightened right?).

Anyway, his words made an impact on me (I don’t know if that wouldn’t impact anybody) and made me realize that maybe loosing weight with a “The end justifies the means” attitude isn’t exactly the best way to go. Plus if I did lose my weight and died in the process that wouldn’t be a good thing too right? Anyway…

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Better Health Ahead Sign

With my birthday around the corner and 40 being a couple of years away, I made a new promise to myself BE HEALTHY  and  FIT by 40. Healthy enough to run around with my boys and fit enough to outlive the pet tortoise 🐢 I’m going to get as soon as we have a garden to put him in (you do know they live up to a 100 right?). Now, if a few pounds get to be shed off in the process then that wouldn’t be so bad, right?

No Photoshop here! Hard work and  lots and lots of pain! #no pain no gain.

Inspired by my cousin Chinky, who’s kicking 40 in the a** by loosing weight by changing her lifestyle and being fit with regular exercise and a healthy diet (I’m so proud of her!) I’ve slowly started being active myself. I’ve dusted the stationary bike 🚴we’ve had for almost forever and made plans to make use of our community pool 🏊 when the boys start school. Of course some much needed scheduling should be put in place first which also happens to be my favorite exercise 😜. There are talks of joining a gym but then I realized I hate organized grouped activities and small talk with strangers so I’m thinking of alternatives like me and You tube Jillian in my living room.

cycling with a view

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Doesn’t she look scary?

I’m not planning to join a triathlon or lift 53 kg by the time I’m 40.  But maybe I do owe it to my family not only to take care of them but also to take care of myself too. Also, to make sure that I’m going to be here for them for a long long long… time.

Welcome to my future midlife crisis.


officially missing you

Call me crazy but I really miss blogging. I was feeling deflated and uninspired about 8 months ago that I decided to keep my site on private. I didn’t add anything to it but I was also hesitant on deleting anything as I consider this blog as my personal journal (a personal journal that I share with the WWW haha).

But talking to a 5-year-old and a 3-year-old all day may be a little taxing sometimes. Honestly I think the problem is that they are just too smart for me and it’s exhausting for me to keep up. Of course I always have the husband to entice me with good meaningful conversation that is if the WiFi is off, which of course never happens in our house soooooooo…

I’ve always liked writing (whether I’m good at it or not is another matter) and I like having this outlet available to me. So with these words I guess what I really wanted to say is…

I’m baaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!


surviving the morning school run

I’ve done the school run for over a month now and although I really do enjoy the driving part, for some reason I’m super stressed out in the morning. Maybe it’s because I can’t wait to drop of my kid to school – TO LEARN!!! (you thought I was gonna say “so I can be alone” noh?😜 hehe). I know I’ve done the school run for 2+ years now so I should be used to it by now but for some reason since Adrian has moved to what we call a “big school” I feel like it’s been more challenging.

For starters Aden has been more clingy, don’t ask me how that’s possible he just is. So imagine me preparing breakfast and school snacks with a (sleeping) two-year old over my shoulder. Forget about drinking coffee because I’m too scared it will spill and burn my two-year old; NO coffee means 😡 mommy.

This was really a big frustration for me because I work faster without the distraction and since I’m in a tight schedule 😩 all I can do is 😭. But because I have no choice I have to perceiver. First,  I’ve adjusted my mind-set and lowered my expectations on what I can prepare my boys for breakfast. Sorry boys no chocolate chip pancakes or french toast from mommy’s kitchen anytime soon.

For school snacks and lunch the school promotes healthy eating and I’m happy Adrian welcomes this concept with open arms so it’s cucumber, grapes, strawberries, apples, yogurt,  etc which are easy to prepare. As for lunch he usually gets whatever we had the night before so that part takes care of itself .

The dressing up part and grooming is relatively easy since Adrian is older and can dress himself – sometimes!

Being obsessive compulsive about always being on time I rally the troops to leave the house 45 mins before the first bell. You see the drive to school is 30 mins so I give 15 mins allowance for traffic, looking for parking, boys fighting at the back so much that I have to stop the car to intervene, and my favourite distraction from driving is Aden crawling out of his car seat to sit on my lap!!!! (while DRIVING!!!!) OMG this was so dangerous in so many levels I’m happy we are over this phase. I’ve read and by experience I can share that the best solution for this is to stop the car and put him back in his place and eventually they’ll get it – for Aden it took him about a week and about a hundred stop overs ( I exaggerate for drama purposes) but I’m so happy he’s behaved now. Phew! Crisis averted. Thank God!

Ok so I know now you think I’m crazy because I’m wasting my time sitting in the car waiting for about 15-20 mins for them to open the school gates. Trust me I was thinking the same thing during the first couple of weeks. But I’m proud to say I’ve devised my own ways to make use of our morning school parking lot sessions. For starters, I review Adrian on his spelling words, multiplication table or any homework he may have for that particular day. Doesn’t always work, I don’t know if it’s because he knows them well already or my constant nagging simply annoys my 5-year-old. I’ll let you be the judge on this one. For Aden I pack his breakfast and feed him in the car while we wait. Because it’s too early for him to eat with Adrian, he’s usually hungry aka cranky by the time we get to school, so I started packing him his breakfast. Saved me a whole too since I don’t have to pass by the bakery or a certain coffee shop with a drive thru window along Jumeira Beach Road 😜😜 to get him a croissant and a drink everyday. I know you think a croissant and a drink doesn’t cost much but you do know it’s not just a croissant and juice right? 😜 hint: ☕️+🍰 for mommy too = $$$.

The drive home is usually relaxing *depends on the little monster at the back* but after the morning ordeal everything else (cleaning, laundry, cooking etc)  is dare I say icing? haha

JUST KIDDING!😇

I found this video on YouTube and I thought it was funny and on point of what we moms go through every weekday morning. Enjoy!

This is another school run song, which I enjoy listening to every morning.


HHWD

Driving home from Sharjah airport where we just dropped off our family to go back home to the Philippines, my eldest was extremely sad. He wanted to go with them and play with them some more. He was so upset that instead of his normal reaction of kicking and screaming he had his head bowed down (chin to chest) and was silently crying. I asked him if he wanted to sit in front with me and he nodded his head sadly. I know it’s not safe for a child to sit at the passenger’s seat – I already got a lecture from the husband so please spare me.

I wanted him upfront because I wanted to try to explain to him why we cannot go home with them today and I wanted to do it being able to look into his eyes.

At first he had all sorts of arguments and excuses and I was trying my best to stay calm and not lose my temper and ask him to “shut up!”. Then I won via a technicality, I said we forgot our passports back home and would have to go back to the airport next time. This appeased him a little but he was still very sad. Winning the argument was bittersweet, on one side I was happy, I got him to stop arguing with me but on the other, I know he was still feeling very upset with the situation.

As a mother, I felt for my child I wanted to protect him from the pain he was feeling but what can I do? This was the reality of our situation living abroad – people visit to come and play with them but they have to go back home eventually. Maybe a bit more visitors and he’ll get used to the routine (ahem ahem).

I tried to console him by saying his cousins will be waiting back home in the Philippines when we come over and that we can always call them up via FaceTime. He accepted these reasons but still kept his head down. Then uncharacteristically, he asked if he can hold my hand. I was surprised by his request but obliged reluctantly because I was driving the stick shift. We drove in silence for a bit and he eventually fell asleep and I got my hand back just in time to shift gears.

I shed a tear for my boy that afternoon and prayed to God to give me strength and the wisdom to help him deal with this pain.

I know Holding Hands While Driving was very irresponsible of me but at that moment knowing that by just holding my hand was easing my son’s pain, I felt like I was doing a great job as his mother.

Photo on 6-6-12 at 11.42 AM #2

Adrian 7 days before he became a “kuya” which prompted him to grow up.


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