Which, to begin with, I deeply apologize for.
The 2nd week of March was me running after a heartbreak. And another. It just keeps on rolling. The climax is me, opening my arms and finally embracing this *pain* because, God, yes, let’s bring it all on and crush me in one fell swoop. I could take it. Or I could ~die~ in it. Let it be.
And then, that morning. That morning that slowly rose for me and slowly pieced things for me, like, “Yes, dude, this is the way to go. It was hard, because you didn’t see it that way, but it really is this way. And you’re here. Almost. Somewhat. Hooray!”
So, here I am. Stashing on piles of junk food during post-period because it was the hormones that actually put me down (other than this messy ordeal I have been trying to straighten up, but hopefully it’ll straighten itself up).
I have to tell you I wast itching to watch NoliTheOpera (let me call it that) and ride the jeep there on Sunday afternoon (which was the less convoluted schedule SIUMC has for me), and it didn’t happen. I had to give up the moment I realized there’s an anniversary meeting and that we can’t leave earlier than twelve. That’s it. Bye bye, opera. That would have been a lovely experience for me.
But I had a few less glitzy ones this week, like, on Saturday, Jonalyn was unavailable and the only ones who appeared in the practice were Celang, Maye, Iyanna and Calix. Four. Kids. All new ones. And Jett and I ~bussed~ our way here and there for them to get in shape for Sunday. YUNG ISA DIYAN GUSTO PANG MAGSINGIT NG YOU ARE GOOD huhu. Calix did his best, especially when kuya Bryan arrived and shotgunned the drums (eh ang hinhin pa namang mag-strum nung bata). We ended on 2-and-a-half songs, slapping the chorus of Holy Spirit after You are My King. And then, home. Walking out, Tita Ellen just said, “Saludo na talaga ako sa pamilya nyo.”
Sunday. Left home earlier than the usual, rode the bus later than the usual. When we got to church, the team was on their last song. Then, the real struggle: Sunday School. This was our first Sunday where we’ll have divided classes. I had things prepared (and bought, out of my own money kasi I wanted to give them a headstart + we need to buy really important stuff, like tables for the kids). Jonalyn was out, so naturally, I had to manage the younger class, and Ellourd, THANK GOD, was behaving nicely. Sana gano’n. The middle class was in the school and the older was in the stage. Joy-ai arrived ready (SALAMAT HUHU), and the trinity which is Maye, Celang and Ella were stuck together like glue (although lagot ata sila kay Jun-jun kasi masyado silang marami?)
Since we didn’t watch the opera and dad needed a new sort of relaxation since he’s worn out ALL WEEK, this grown-up, super-adult family watched Captain Marvel. Disclaimer: my hands have been all akimbo with Brie and this movie and my, thank goodness you made me eat all those nasty, unimpressed thoughts I had. THIS MOVIE WAS WRITTEN WITH WOMAN!!!!!! ALL OVER IT. Yes, caps lock kasi intense ang feminist tones.
Not my favorite MCU movie, but I am glad I watched it.
It’s Monday now, and I have to get back to work, but I have to tell you Dream on Youth wrote a nice little post about me and YOU. GO. AND LOVE THEM. Because they’re marvelous.
Work week starts now. Off we go.