Stressed. Occupied. Worried.
That’s how I describe the longest week of the year so far.

I’m bit flaky on the title of this post. I’m choosing either… ‘A Practice In Living The Life Of A True Bachelor’ since it is likely coming that I’ll the last one left out among my cliques when recently, two more additions to a growing list of my engaged friends. Or ‘A Week With No Mother Around Before Mother’s Day’. Self-explanatory.

Since Thursday, Mama is not around to have a ‘vacation’ with Papa in Nueva Ecija. For almost two years, Papa is staying (he decided without quorom) in the province to look after our ricefields and is only visiting Bulacan twice a month. I tasted what’s like to live (almost) independently like a usual bachelor that we all know.

With the exception of my lunch and dinner for the whole week,which were already been prepared ready-to-eat microwave-reheatables, I became independent in preparing breakfast and midnight snack, feeding Lobo of early morning breakfast, disposing the garbage, cleaning some parts of the house and most importantly waking myself early without 5 minutes delaying tactics excuse.

Maybe, this stress is too evident for May to comment that I’m quite living a toxic life (and that I look thinner again. Boo!)

This is why I rather not live in metro alone and away home. I know I can live independently if I just try too hard. Yet, I will definitely crave for this privilege of being taken good care of. Sigh. Maybe I just need a break or a wife perhaps.

Happy Mother’s Day, Ma.