I have always thought of myself as a simple person. While I also have an eye for the finer things in life, I make sure to live within (and sometimes even below!) my means. In fact, I still hate it when I go impulse shopping, but lately, I’ve been reminding myself that it’s okay to indulge once in a while and reward myself for my hard work all these years. So yeah, I can say I’m still the simple Edel that my family and true friends know by heart.
Last weekend was spent packing and moving stuff. The hubby and I, along with my side of the family, also got busy attending to Mame’s needs in the hospital. She had a bad fall while taking a bath on Thursday morning and complained of intense back pain after, so we rushed her to the ER of Manila Doctors Hospital at Ermita. Apparently, she had a spine compression fracture and the ER doctor recommended that she get admitted in the hospital for pain management. She had an option for a surgery (kyphoplasty) for faster recovery but she declined (we supported her decision) upon knowing that the compression would heal on its own naman. She stayed in the hospital until Sunday afternoon and was prescribed more pain meds. She’s fine now and the pain is quite tolerable already but she’ll be back in the hospital for follow up check-ups next week.
Last weekend was spent with family. The hubby and I biked to Mall of Asia (MOA) on Saturday morning and drove to Bacoor in the afternoon with my in-laws, Mame, and my sister Jodie. We ate, slept, chatted, watched TV, surfed online, and laughed a lot. We also did some household chores because that’s what’s bound to happen when moms (two in our case!) are around. Haha. We went back to Manila on Sunday afternoon to prepare ourselves for the coming work week.
Here are some photos from our happy and fun weekend in chronological order:
Last weekend was super fun. Well, scratch that. The fun only happened on Saturday because we had a family outing. Sunday was a different ballgame. I had to go to work and though I was quite productive, lazing away on a Sunday is still waaaaaay better. Haha.
So, we went home in Bacoor with my in-laws on Friday night. The next day, Saturday, we woke up early, packed our things and drove to Kalipayan Hotel and Resort in Dasmariñas, Cavite. We got there at 7am-ish. After paying our entrance fees (P200 per head) and renting the same kubo (P600, good for 12 persons) that we stayed in during our previous visit last Holy Week, we started unpacking our stuff.
When I got married, I made it clear with the hubby that I wanted to spend Christmas with my side of the family every year. We actually arrived at a setup that suits the both of us — Christmas at my parents’ place in Naic with my family and New Year at our marital home in Bacoor with his. This way, we get to be with our respective families on these two special occasions. And so far, it’s been working greatly for us. Everybody happy.
This year, our Christmas traditions as a family (my side) live on. The hubby and I spent Christmas with my family in Naic. We had a family pictorial using our old DSLR (a Canon 1000D) and when the clock struck 12, we partook of our simple Noche Buena feast. There would have been a mini-concert, too, because we have a microphone and an old folding music stand lying around, but unfortunately, the singers in our house (a.k.a. my younger sister Jodie and my dad) weren’t in the mood for it.
It’s a brand new year and yet everything still seems like a blur to me. I have mixed feelings about 2012. It must be because this is gonna be a big year for me. When I say “big,” I’m not referring to success (though it won’t hurt if I get a bit lucky and become successful this year!). I’m actually talking about the changes that are gonna happen in my life.
First, I am getting married this year. My world is gonna turn upside down, but hopefully it’ll be for the better (right, Mr. Fiancé?). I’m very optimistic about that. Next, I won’t be the breadwinner of my family anymore. I will miss this title. It’s like something is gonna be taken away from me. I know I can depend on my brother to take on the responsibilities attached to the role but somehow, I am feeling a tinge of sadness. It must be because I know I’ll be missing my family (physically and emotionally) the moment I step out of our home to live with my new husband.