It’s been over a year now that I’ve been working from home. We (because it’s a collaboration among all of us in the house) used to tell Justin that I go to the office every day when the truth is I’m just working inside our bedroom. To make everything believable to my then 2-year-old son, I had to work as quietly as I can because the slightest noise perturbs him. This is not easy for me to do because there’s just a thin divider between our living room where Justin stays the whole day and our bedroom where I work. Can you imagine me soundlessly sneezing? I almost managed to do that. LOL! I think this situation has also created fear in my son because when he hears anything coming from the bedroom, his nanny would just tell him it’s nothing or it’s just our neighbors doing something in their house.

But now, after one year of pretending, the little boy knows I’m just working inside our bedroom. I don’t ask him and his Ate Ayie (or whoever is there to baby-sit him) to go inside the bathroom anymore when it’s time for me to go to the office or to go home. I just simply tell him that mommy has to work now inside the bedroom and that I will see him later. I think he likes the idea that mommy is just in the house all day, and while he sometimes calls my name during work time, he doesn’t really do anything that will disrupt mommy’s work schedule. He also knows my work ends at 5 or 5:30pm, which signals his turn to use our computer to play online games.

Why the change of plan, you might ask. The answer is simple. I don’t think I can fool a smart three-year-old boy anymore, so what’s the use of pretending?

I was tagged by Willa of Smart Mommy and Online Mommy of Online Mommy's Corner. I love to read pocket books, but when I became a mommy, I barely had time to read the morning paper, let alone a book. But this is a fun tag, and I simply couldn’t pass it up. The rules are:

1. Collect the book that you have most handy.
2. Turn to page 161.
3. Find the 5th complete sentence.
4. Cite the sentence on your blog.
5. Pass it on to 5 other victims (Oops! bloggers).

The last book that I read, which took me forever to finish, is She’s Come Undone by Wally Lamb.


The 5th complete sentence of that book says:

“I been out there for fifteen minutes trying to meditate with my stomach growling.”

What impeccable timing! It’s almost lunchtime. LOL!

(Note: You can overlook the grammatical error in that sentence because writers have the right to deviate from normally accepted practices to achieve a desired effect. That right is called poetic license.)

Now, here are my victims: Kaye of RandomWAHMThoughts, Pehpot of Make or Break, Cecile of Things that Matter Most, Kittykat of Amazingly Me, and Ela of Tales of the Domesticated Husband’s Wife.

This photo was taken on a Friday night. Friday is the end of work week for me, but I have lots of things to do after work. I still have to prepare dinner, wash the dishes, throw the garbage, fold laundry, and give my son a bath. When he’s in a good mood, Justin packs away his toys, but obviously on this particular night, he was not too keen on doing that. Normally, I would clean up all the mess in the house the moment I see them, but not this day. I was too tired to even bother picking up his toys that are splayed out all over the floor. That can wait until tomorrow. Besides, I’m no superwoman, although sometimes I try to be!

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Last Friday afternoon, Justin, his dad, I, and his cousin Ate Ayie trooped to Justin’s school for their Back-to-School Night. It’s a chance for parents to meet their kids’ teachers, know their kids' schedule, and see their kids’ classrooms and some of their artworks.

This is Justin’s classroom where some of their artworks are displayed.



The kids were treated to a free magic show and ice cream. Ruther, the magician, was also a good ventriloquist, and he’s quite funny, too. Here’s a picture of him performing one of his tricks.


Because patience is not one of my son’s virtues, he got bored halfway through the show. We headed to the mall afterwards.