Struggles of a Working Mother

I became a working mother when my son was still 7 months old, he’s 10 now which means I have already mastered this so-called work-life balance. A little.

Now, although I am hoping to be a work-at-home mom in the future, I kinda like my job right now. It helps put food on our table and it provides me and my family medical insurance which has been a great help to us ever since. But as we all know, all good things have its downsides and I’ve listed down some of what I’ve experienced as struggles of a working Mother. READ MORE...

6 ways Parenting is like Working in Customer Service

6 ways Parenting is like Working in Customer Service

Yep. Parenting is a lot like working in customer service. I started working in the BPO industry back in 2005 as a customer service representative. My son was still 7 months old then so you could say that my growth as a mother and as a career woman developed side by side.

After over 10 years, I can now say that my life as a mother and my life working in the customer service industry has amalgamated to some extent and I realized over time that dealing with customers and dealing with kids have so many similarities. READ MORE...

Dear Son

Dear Son - An Open letter to my 10yo Boy

Dear Son,

You are now 10 years old! Happy Birthday! I’m so excited for you!

WE ARE NOT BUYING YOU A PS4!!

Ahem.

Now that we’ve got that out of the way, let’s get down to business. The reason why I’m writing is because I want to tell you a few things and I need you to listen. More importantly, I need you to remember these things long after I can no longer remind you. READ MORE...

Pushover Parenting – Why it needs to stop.

Pushover Parenting

Pushover parenting is getting the best of me.

I looked at my three year old as she held the pencil sharpener in one hand and the pencil on the other “Do you need help?” I asked. “No mom, me only. I do it.” Clumsily, she inserted the pencil into the little hole and started twisting.

Crunch……………………. crunch………………………. crunch it went. READ MORE...

Yoga for Moms

Yoga for Moms

I don’t know about you but I’ve been feeling lethargic since forever and today was no exception. It has been days of unproductive existence and I am getting tired of feeling tired all the time. The other day, I woke up from an 8 hour sleep (a rare occurrence) and my body still felt like a log. It has happened. I am calcifying. I decided that I really needed a good stretching so I gathered my strength, wriggled my toes, stretched my arms, rolled over to my side and sighed. READ MORE...

Dear Santa

Dear Santa

Dear Santa,

How are you doing?

I know you might be very busy already since Christmas is just around the corner and I can imagine that North Pole is in full swing by now. Letters might have started to trickle in, I know this because my son already sent his.

Do you know that you still owe me that BMX bike I so fervently asked from you a million years ago? Yeah, but let’s forget about that. It was a good thing that you never sent me that gift because knowing what I know about me now, I could have easily just crashed it into a wall or fell off a cliff with it, just like what I did with my neighbor’s bike. Good thing it wasn’t my bicycle, huh? READ MORE...

When hell breaks loose, blame it on the tooth fairy

When hell breaks loose, blame it on the tooth fairy

It is with a heavy heart today that I announce, the tooth fairy has been unmasked.

I’ve been busted.

You can hand me the cone of shame anytime now.

We all know who the tooth fairy is, right? Sometimes it’s the man of the house, sometimes it’s the one who thinks she’s always right. Ahem. Whut?!

In our house, it has always been me. Why? Because I think I make a better looking tooth fairy. And all these years, due to unexplainable sentimental hoarding, I have kept my son’s teeth in a tiny tin box. If somebody out there is doing the same thing, I implore you, get rid of them NOW! I don’t know if you’ve noticed it, but little people are skilled at finding stuff you don’t want them to see. My kids have proven this so many times, but it looks like I have never learned my lesson. READ MORE...