Reah Bunsoy Online

The 105th day of my being a mom is drawing to a close. It’s 11:55 pm and my body is aching, screaming at me to give it a rest. But no, I can’t. Not just yet when there are clothes to fold, bottles to fill, and the dishes to wash.

I am on my rest break right now. Everyday or rather every night, I have this midnight break that I just sit, read, or take a power nap before I do more chores before I fully rest.

I am a work-at-home mom. By work I mean real work where I follow a schedule, report to a boss, do actual work, and get paid at the end of the month. I’ve been doing it for almost three years now and I am grateful for the setup. That I get to be with my son everyday to take good care of him, watch him grow, and witness his many milestones. My current work may not be as financially rewarding as my previous managerial and consultancy jobs but I am fine with it. I am blessed with a boss who understands my situation and encourages me to become a parent first before being his employee.

They say I’m so lucky with my current work and home setup. I agree. But you know, it’s not really a walk in the park. In fact, I find it more challenging than having to get up very early each morning to rush and commute, wait for the shift to end, and wait in traffic going home. A work-at-home mom actually does more than work. Why, there are chores that need to be done right away: the laundry, baby’s laundry, laundry-folding, cleaning the house, cleaning the front of the house, watering the garden, and cooking for myself. All these and more while taking care of the baby.

I am not complaining but I am always tired. If only my exhaustion could burn fats, I’m all good with it but that is not the case. Glad there are my parents who come in every afternoon to help look after my son while I work. Every work day I need a few hours to just focus on what I do and after those very important hours, they can go home and leave the baby to my care.

Weekends are most tiring. Saturdays, I usually go to church, run some errands, meet with family and friends, and have some me-time. Sundays, we get up early to go to church but still arrive just in time, Josh brings out Noah to leave him with whoever, I park the car, get my son, attend the service only to stay until the baby cries, chat with mommy friends at the toddlers’ room, have lunch at my in-laws, then go back to church for the youth ministry. After our fellowship, my husband picks me up so we could go on a date. Our dates now are limited to going to the grocery and we only get to do that for a little over an hour then back to my in-laws for dinner. I take a nap once more because I know I’d need the energy to do more stuff when I get home.

I am most tired during Sundays but it’s my favorite day of the week. Like right now, my head is resting on the divider while I blog. After this, I will take a long, warm shower. Hitting the sack is always better when you’re clean and fresh.

While I do all these things, my husband is either busy at work, rendering overtime, putting our baby to sleep, or is sleeping already. I don’t complain because he’s been such a good husband. He’s been providing for me and our son, buying me the fine things I want, and loving me that he deserves to have a good night rest every night. He does help around the house and he’s been a big help in taking good care of Noah especially when I have a lot of “real work” to do.

Being a wife and a mom is never an easy task. But hey, it is one of the most rewarding things in life. I can’t imagine myself getting an office job anymore because that would mean not being able to see my son grow with my own eyes. Josh prefers this too for two reasons: he wants his son to be taken care of by the mother and not by a yaya and he doesn’t want officemates courting his wife. LOL on the latter because I doubt guys would dig how I look now.

Seriously, I am happy with my life. I may be tired all the time (hungry too!) but it’s nothing compared to the joy our baby gives us. He really is a bundle of joy. I’ve only been a mom for three months and this is just touching the tip of the iceberg that is being a mom as one puts it. I also know that I need to be a better manager of the household, our finances, and our little family. Thank God I have a partner who loves me, a son who makes me fall in love each day, supportive boss, family, friends, and church, and blessed future to look forward to. I know that this life is worth living because I have an awesome God who reigns over my life.

Tired, yes. Happy and content, a big YES and AMEN!

Well, we didn’t buy the cribs for that price but I was surprise to find out that Youji&Me at Greenbelt 5 sells them—for P60,000!!! Just crazy!

My mom-in-law got Noah a baby crib five months before her first apo was born. It was my birthday week when she told me she saw this really nice crib at an outlet store somewhere in Mandaluyong. We went one rainy day and she let me choose which color. I wanted the black one but the baby daddy told me to get the white crib. I wanted the black one though because it’s non-traditional. The crib still needed to be assembled but it came in a very big box that was as big as a double-sized bed. Huge box the kuyas were having a hard time fitting them at the back of the van.

We, err…Josh and Kuya Riki, the family’s fix-it guy, assembled the crib when we moved to the other studio unit in October, a month before I gave birth. It took them a few hours and as I watched them I was too excited.  The immaculate white crib sat inside our home for about a month before it finally had a baby sleeping soundly inside.

This isn’t the actual pic of Noah’s white crib but this is how it looks.

Anyway, the crib is just too pretty I’m afraid I’d ruin it. Baka maluma at masira ko lang, sayang. It didn’t help that we found out how much it is being sold here. But you know, we got the crib, cribs actually for only a fraction of the price.  I searched for them on the Internet and saw that JCPenney was selling them for around $500. Still crazy!!! No, we still didn’t get that for that price—way lower. Haha!

I say cribs because Noah got two: one for our home and another one sitting inside his Uncle Sam’s bedroom at my in-laws’ place.  Mommy Emi bought another one right after the baby was born so he’d have a crib when he’s there. While some babies have no crib, my Noah’s got two! I am actually planning to buy another one for my parents’ house.

Here it is in coffee brown:

I told my husband that Noah is too blessed. And yeah, we could sell those cribs whenever we have no more money to buy him milk and diapers. Or pag wala na pambayad ng tuition ibenta na lang to. Hehehe. Now, if only the cribs’ price would appreciate then I can say we’ve got investments here. LOL.

What’s good about the cribs is that they can work as a kiddie bed until Noah is 7 and turn into a real bed when he’s older.

Like this…

And this:

So cool! Now, if only we could sell these. Haha!

That’s what his dad wants. GS and HS are fine but mommy wants Noah to enter UP in college so I bought him a maroon “Future Aktibista” version. Hehe.