Tuesday, June 29, 2010

A Family Portrait

One fine day, Tri and I decided to play around and practice drawing using his new set of color pens that I bought few weeks ago. We experimented on different colors to use, different shapes and different canvass and ended up doing this...

...on dad's tummy.

and this:
..yes, on his foot.

Fun, isn't it? :p

Bad, Bad, Bad Mom (created May 21, 2010

I received this email from a co-worker this morning and I felt much worse...

A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.

SON: 'Daddy, may I ask you a question?'

DAD: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the man.

SON: 'Daddy, how much do you make an hour?'

DAD: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the man said angrily.

SON: 'I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?'

DAD: 'If you must know, I make $20 an hour.'

SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down.

SON: "Daddy, may I please borrow $5?"

The father was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to

your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.'

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.. The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions.

How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?

After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think:

Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $5 and he really didn't ask for money very often. The man went to the door of

the little boy's room and opened the door.

'Are you asleep, son?' He asked. 'No Daddy, I'm awake,' replied the boy. I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the

man. 'It's been a long day and

I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $5 you asked for.' The little boy sat straight up, smiling. 'Oh, thank you Daddy!' he yelled.

Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry

again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his Father.'Why do you want more money if you already have

some?' the Father grumbled.'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied.

'Daddy, I have $20 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.'

The Father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and He begged for his forgiveness.

It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to

us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that $20 worth of your time with someone you love. If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could

easily replace us in a matter of hours. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.

Thank you...Just think about it....

Now I am thinking.

I arrived last night from work exhausted and not feeling good. I have been suffering from bad colds and headache the entire day. My son had his asthma attack last Sunday and is trying to get well the past few days. My partner have been complaining about his tummy. He said that he cannot eat well and move well because of his diarrhea and him throwing up several times. I really hate it when someone at home is sick and now I hate it that all three of us are suffering! I don't know what to do! I don't know who to call! I don't know where to go! I am so stressed out!

Jan kept on groaning and lying like a fetus. I hate looking at him like that! I hate hearing the groans and all! When I felt like I am ready to burst I just said: "Stop exaggerating! If it is that painful, call your cousins and ask them to bring you to the hospital! I don't know what to do with you, I am so stressed out!" and I got ready to sleep.

This morning, Tri woke me up and ask for his milk. My son is already hyper, I hope and pray that he'll get well before his birthday (which is on Sunday, by the way!). My hubby is still sleeping so I asked Tri to wake his daddy up. He said he's still feeling bad and wanted me to stay at home instead of going to work.

With all my might, I refused. I can't afford to be absent. I cannot leave the opening shift to my team mate who does not know how I do my reports and files, someone who doesn't have access to important emails and stuff like that. No. I cannot not go!

So, even if I feel like my head is ready to explode, I still got myself ready to work. But before I leave, I said my biggest sorry.

When I reached work, I still feel bad. But it's a little different now after reading this short story. I feel much worse leaving my two, precious guys at home. I never felt so bad my entire life...



The following entries you will see...

are back-posts (hehe! Sorry it took me so long!)