It was my birthday last Saturday. I barely noticed it. I wasn’t even aware it was almost my birthday until some of my students greeted me on the 24th. I told my mama that you really forget your birthday when you have a child already. So Ramil had several ‘surprise’ plans for my birthday, all of which didn’t push through because I sort of ruined all of them because of my own planning. Haha! Seriously, I wasn’t in any mood to celebrate because 1) mateo is still not okay and 2) we are in a really tight budget right now. So I told Ramil and my sister that they could just take me to Red Box since I haven’t sang at a videoke in a looong time.

Unfortunately, most of Saturday was spent waiting in line for Mateo’s pediatrician. She was away for almost two weeks so the line was unbelievably long. We were patient number 23 when we arrived and she was just at patient number 4. Good luck to us. Nevertheless, since she was the mother of my high school friend/classmate, she saw us before taking her lunch break which was around 2:30 pm. So our lunch time videoke session went poof. The line at Red Box was equally long and our stomachs couldn’t stand the wait any longer. We ate at Fish and Co., which was a waste of money. Mateo was so whiny and irritating the whole time, I was wishing that Ramil and I just went on a date by ourselves. Between my empty stomach, my throbbing head, tired arms and legs, and the heat, it wasn’t such a fun day at all.

My mom gave me a pair of earrings, my sister was offering acne treatment, my husband gave me a really good massage, and my son sang me a complete happy birthday song complete with a wet kiss (not to mention that he blew the candle). Those last two was more than enough to put a lazy smile on my face, more than enough to make a happy birthday.