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The Yaya Saga

It seems like everyone now has a yaya horror story or even a series of unbelievable tales about their yayas. I have a friend that can write a book about her encounters. So unbelievable I would think they were exaggerated … but they weren’t.

Why is it such a herculean task to find a … we’re not even talking perfect here… just a decent and reliable yaya? Are the days of yayas that truly stood as second moms truly gone? 

Back in the 80’s (okay fine late 70’s), I grew up with a yaya. A yaya I now call “Nanay”.  Back in the day, it wasn’t rare to find a yaya who truly had the heart to care and love your child as their own. My Nanay started working with my family a year before I was born. She took care of my siblings and me, did the cooking, and the cleaning. I never saw her complain, frown, or raise her voice. Though she never had children of her own… she was motherly.  

My nanay is now semi retired at the age of 61. I say semi retired because she has found herself back in our house each and every time these new age (seemingly fly-by-night) yayas walk through our lives. At 61, I want her to be truly retired and her visits here would simply consist of her sitting down and watching her favorite shows on TV. The most work she would do would be to bake cookies with my kids. But when? But will that day come for Nanay? 

We’ve had a yaya that stayed for 3 days or maybe 2.5 days…and all she did during her staycation at our house was sweep the kitchen floor… once… then she fained  some illness. So many have walked through our doors that I have truly lost count.  I don’t bother remembering names or faces. Maybe I’ve had a yaya apply twice and I wouldn’t have even noticed. 

Nowadays, we have those who 

  1. Use their gadgets too much… like all day, e’ry day!!! Whether it be playing Candy Crush or making video calls to family…or Facebook (oh the amount of selfies they take… with pouting lips and whatever poses they do around your house).
  2. Seem to tire and fall ill so easily… I don’t always doubt illnesses but sometimes you just know it’s just an act to get out of the day’s chores.
  3. Can’t take constructive critisism… ummmm… I’m not sure how being corrected or being told how to do something constitutes as being malupit… as the story to the new family they apply with goes…
  4. Couldn’t care less for their charges… ummmm… excuse me… but caring for the kids is actually part of your job (unless clearly agreed upon)
  5. Demand such a high salary that it’s like you’re hiring a battalion. I guess it wouldn’t be so bad if the work done is decent enough to deserve such a high price.
  6. Leave at a whim… “ah ma’am hindi na po ako makakabalik galing sa day off ko po…. kasi ahhhh….ummm… may sakit po ako… ay tatay ko po pala… ay yung pinsan po pala ng kapitbahay namin…..” ūüė©

When will the saga end? We’re not looking for the perfect yaya because seriously finding an actual unicorn is probably easier… We just want one that is compasionate… one who is willing to treat us like family just as we treat them… It’s so difficult to open your home, your lives to complete strangers … it takes so much trust and respect… why can’t it just go both ways?!  

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Our Toy Box Overfloweth

20171123_020733.jpgAs the Christmas season approaches, we begin to ponder about… where to put the new gifts our children will be receiving. ¬†Of course, we think about the reason for the season. ¬†Wherein the virtue of generosity and the importance of giving becomes the center of the celebration. ¬†Each year since our eldest had her first Christmas, our tree has been filled…filled with beautifully wrapped gifts. ¬†Now that we have 3 children, I can only imagine the amount of space their gifts will take up. ¬†(Please don’t get me wrong, I am in no way bragging about how much gifts they get… I am just grateful that we have such generous family and friends who have so much love for all our children).

With this in mind, my husband and I try our best to purge and declutter our small home to prepare for the coming gift-filled holiday.  As we purge through each room, year after year, we are faced with unopened boxes of toys, unused clothes, (sometimes) even still wrapped gifts.  We are at a loss on what to do with them all. We mostly donate, share, to those who we think would need them or put them to good use.  We try to teach the children the importance of sharing and living simple.  How decluttering our surrounding acutally declutters our lives and our minds to make things simpler.

However, after this year, comes another, and another. ¬†Going through the receiving, keeping, sorting, giving, every year will be tiresome… and, I’m sure at time, wasteful. ¬†So what can we do to get the most from this season? ¬†In the recent years, we have realized that family and friends will give gifts, whether it be for birthdays or Christmas, even if you, in the best way possible, let them know that there is no need to send or give gifts. ¬†Our eldest is 9, and we have kept the best toys in good condition that her siblings are able to enjoy them until now. ¬†So, if each child would get the same amount of gifts our eldest would, we may not have space in their room.

So what can we do about all this? Do we send out a message via email or sms or even a post on social media to tell everyone not to send our kids gifts? It’s not about telling them not to give our kids gifts because we still want our children to enjoy the season. ¬†I say just don’t be ashamed to talk to those close to you, maybe your kids’ god parents, their grandparents, close friends. Let them know your kids have a simple wishlist.

Take time to sit down with each child to ask them what they’d want to get for the Holidays… but there’s no harm in guiding¬†them with leading questions to make that list ūüėČ “Wouldn’t it be fun to have a movie date with Ninang when a nice movie is showing?” or “A double scoop of your favorite ice cream would be cool on a hot day.” Build a simple wishlist.¬†It could include a small toy, a book, a dress, or even an afternoon playdate to be claimed later on (think home-made massage coupons you’d get for Mother’s Day). ¬†Something they’d be excited about that they could claim thoughout the year.¬†Just remember to keep it simple. ūüôā



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Because Kilay is …

Having children to care for, we, Moms, usually forget about ourselves. ¬†As soon as your baby comes home, the only thing your mind seems to think about is that little person. That little person depends on you. For the first 6 weeks, that’s all you can think about. ¬†Feeding, changing, carrying, burping…. whatever your baby needs… you’ve got it covered!

But after a few weeks, even months, you realize that something’s amiss… You barely have time to bathe, brush your teeth, or even eat… (sleep?! well, that’s out the window… you can sleep … next year!). So having yourself groomed is definitely out of the question… or should it?

You look at yourself in the mirror, your eyes have bags that seem to merge with your cheeks, you can’t figure out where your eyebrows end and your lashes begin. ¬†Your toenails haven’t been cut since the day your belly was small enough for you to reach your toes…

Most moms might feel it would be selfish to take some time away to get themselves “groomed” … to get themselves to be human again… but is it, really being selfish? My answer is heck no! You’re actually being more charitable… You wouldn’t want people to look at you and start talking about you behind your back… “Oh, she just had a baby and she let herself go!” or “Whoa! She kinda looks like Bert with that unibrow!”…¬†

So wanting to be charitable, I scheduled to have my eyebrows groomed. ¬†But my plans had to change since it turned out that I’d have to pickup my girls from school, and take eldest to her soccer practice. ¬†Having already set an appointment and not wanting to wait another day, I decided to just move the time back to after I’d be done with my soccer mom duties. ¬†All set I realized that I’d have to take my youngest with me. ¬†So with him in tow, I just had to have it done…

He cried the entire car ride from our house to the mall… the entire trip I tell you… and not just your usual “come and get me” cry… it was an “unstrap me from this carseat” wail…. Thankfully, parking was a breeze… I loaded him into the stroller… and again with the “take me out of the contraption” wail… thank heavens he settled down a bit while we were inside the mall… I was thinking… “This is great! He’s actually cooperating!” Of course, as soon as I ended that sentence in my head, he started squirming out of the stroller straps while letting out a high pitched cry… I knew he was sleepy and I came prepared … took out my carrier and strapped him on like a monkey to his momma… he squirmed and cried a few times before he eventually fell asleep… It was a bit of a struggle but my eyebrows were done and groomed in about 15 minutes. Cha, my eyebrow lady, showed me the finished brow and I was happy… She even told me that my brows were getting fuller…yey!!! (any 90’s over-plucking¬†Tita¬†would understand the struggle)… Because as they say, Kilay is …… (say it with me)…. LIFE!!!

So, the moral of the kwento is find time…make time… have those eyebrows groomed, get that manipedi, have those blackheads pricked… do what you need to make you feel or look human again! Having a baby doesn’t mean you have to look losayang! And do it for you… not for your husband, not for your mom (believe me she’ll always have something to say about how you look anyway).


Had my brows done at

Benefit Brow Bar

2/F New Wing, Alabang Town Center, Alabang-Zapote Rd. cor. Madrigal Ave., Alabang


*I got the Brow Waxing for P700; Cha was my Brow technician


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Do I really want to be a Blogger?

I’m a stay-at-home mom of 3. Wife to one.

Struggling. Surviving. Learning.

This blog is the internal conversation I have with myself on a daily basis. I share my everyday triumphs, failures, and learnings.

Let’s face it! Being a mom is a full time job, so who has the time? No one really but there has always been a part of me that enjoys “sharing”. ¬†Every single day, I have an internal monologue with myself… okay maybe sometimes it’s not so “internal”… I usually get strange looks from people when they realize that I’m actually talking to myself… so what do I decide to do?! I find me an audience … and so here it is… my daily journal entry for the world…well, for whoever really wants to read it, not exactly “the world”.