I left the house with barely half a mug of coffee in my stomach. It is a different morning I woke up to with Mom no longer puttering around in the kitchen to greet Angel and me a good morning. Instead, I had to fix Angel’s breakfast and feed him before I could take a shower. Where I would usually prepare just Alan’s and my breakfast, today, I had to prepare lunch and dinner for Angelo, too.
Abiding by mom’s instructions to serve Angel fresh rice as often as I can, I put the rice cooker on while feeding the baby.
I still had to prepare ALan’s breakfast, though, but had no more time to do mine. It really makes me wish Mom would come back soon. She lands in Manila in around 2 hours (It’s around 8:30 and I’m writing this while on the Q88 to the R train from Queens Mall.)
Tomorrow, ALan works from home again — then next week, I do three days at home, then I will be working 2 days. It’s not easy but we have no choice but to adapt. I dread to think of how we will manage if Nikky’s not given a visa to help us out here. I think we ought to start planning for that just by way of contingency.