Disoriented from lack of sleep

Last Sunday, the stay-in babysitters left. Or, were forced to leave, rather.

It all boiled down to one thing: boys.

It was also the same with their predecessors. Once they get to know some boys in the neighborhood, they start exchanging SMS, start seeing them during their "free time" (well, not exactly, because they use baby Marc’s morning and afternoon walking schedules to meet up with their boys), then they start asking permission to go out at night to surf the net at a nearby internet cafe.

Well, I got fed up with their excuses and bunch of "sorrys" because they never changed back to the way they were before – honest, decent, responsible and hardworking. Before they left, their tasks would be done lousily, as if they wanted to finish immediately so they can go back to sitting idly and watching tv and chatting with the neighbors and texting their boys and sleeping – a lot.

Fine. Good riddance then.

Now my father-in-law is helping with the baby. He arrived yesterday. My mother-in-law is on her way back to their province because she has an important event in her school this Saturday. She was the one who helped us with the baby and taking care of the chores since Sunday. They’re also coordinating with some contacts how to find a replacement nanny. I want someone who is in her mid 30s or 40s, so I will know her interest with boys would have toned down. At least that’s what I hope.

But I can’t be sure because my aunt used to have a 40 ish house help and she eloped with a 25 ish guy. I don’t judge them, it’s just wrong in my opinion to do that while you are employed and a trusted member of the family.

Now I need to sleep. It’s been 5 days with just 3-4 hours of sleep a day and I don’t know how long I will last until my body can’t support it anymore.

I just hope my grandfather is okay now. He had pulmonary edema and had been confined since the holy week. As of last checking, his hospital bills are at around 2500 bucks.

Rest in peace for my husband’s uncle Francis – interment last Saturday.

Still, I have to focus my energy to taking care of baby Marc and thinking of positive thoughts.

it’s me,

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