Workweek, Be Good. {Day 17: 365}

Extended hours on my homedesk. Inbox screaming. Outbox filling up.
The past weeks have been toxic.
Pile after pile of things to do and they never seemed to end.
Why is it that each time I tick a task off my checklist, two or three more squeezes in? 
Was time running faster? or did my pace go slower? 

Yes, I did accomplish my week's checklist.
But wasn't I supposed to feel lighter, more than heavy & tired?

I figured out the problem.
It wasn't lack of time nor management. Nor my pace going any slower.

After all, the problem was ME.

Filling up my to-do like crazy.
Raising my abilities to hyper exponents.
Biting off more than I can chew.
And in all sublime honesty, it did not help.

So here I am taking things slower & starting the workweek knowing better when to take a break.

After all, I miss being ME.
Thank God for this blogpost & life's daily reminders.

bliss♥, pinkmother
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Goodbye Bailey. {Day 16: 365}

Today is a bittersweet day in our little home.

We are saying goodbye to our champ Bailey, our 2 year old cute & utterly insistent Labrador Retriever. With bittersweet wishes, we shall be sending him off to a hopefully better home where he can freely run around, be a shining star once again to a family who will hopefully play fetch with him and never get tired tossing his favorite ball just the way we used to.

At one happy point in this household, we had more dogs than kids. And it was blissful chaos -- picking up poop after poop, cheering on when they finally got toilet trained, running along while the kids biked in the streets, holding on & patiently putting up with them when they delivered puppies.

But the kids have grown & gone to elementary, hubby & I have never been busier tending to our businesses and our big dogs have grown remarkably, needing more extensive exercise other than just welcoming us home.  

And so we decided to look for a happier place for him. There were many interested takers, but none of them seemed like the perfect one for him. Until a call at 1: 00 am surprised us  – he was calm yet insistent, inquisitive yet very enthusiastic. He asked if Bailey behaved in car rides. HE WANTED TO HAVE A COMPANION DOG. That, sounded to us like a real happy option for Bailey. Someone who will need him!J

Our hearts bleed at the fact of seeing him go and leaving Jada ( such a brilliant & intelligent black Labrador) alone in their once shared crates. But we know for a fact that he shall be walking into a new home where he will be a star once againJ just like the first day we had him in April of 2009.

always our Champ:)

2 month old Bailey -- when he used to have  the luxury of sleeping in our bedroom!!!

a grown Bailey

happier, less busier days 

So today, with bittersweet wishes we bid goodbye to this once tiny puppy who not only left pawprints on our duvet covers but into our hearts as well – a Philippine Champ not only in the dog ring but in our household and in our hearts, always & forever.  

{Our two smaller dogs, Tiff & Shaq, who we still see pretty much see every Friday are now giving childlike spirits to my mom & aunt’s new home. They welcome us like crazy every week! This family is yet to face how Jada, the only one left in this household, will be coping with the sadness of being alone in their once shared crates)

bliss♥, pinkmother
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When You're 18 {Day 15: 365}

Yllana...I paused a few minutes more while tucking you in bed last night 

and I could not believe how my 

once-tiny-little-princess-now-8-year-old Yllana is now occupying so much bedspace!

You now wear size 36 ballet flats. 

I've bought you your first training bras.  

(ok, I'm sorry I know I should'nt be saying that here)

We've come to share tank tops and some pairs of gympants too.

Apart from that,  its the stories we share.

The secret smiles & laughter we have. 

The tiny giggles only the two of us understand when we stare at each other. 

That, and simply this relationship we share as a mother and daughter, 

as best friends and even as enemies (at times!). 

Sometimes I do not know if I should get excited about you growing so fast, 

or if I should just let time stand still and let you be my little princess forever. 

In this most recent favorite photo of you above,

your look tells me of a certain confidence that 

even at 8, 10 or 18, 

you shall be fine. 

And yes, pretty little darling, you certainly will. 

But...will I be? 

That's a question I will be asking myself for quite an extended time. 

So this was how an 8 year old Yllana looked at us in 2011, 

will you still look at us this way in 2021?

And forever?

bliss♥, pinkmother

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