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Survival

I just want to thank God for helping me survive the past week.

I thrive on routine. If something makes me deviate from my routine, I'm shaken. I'm slowly learning how to live an unpredictable life since I am raising a toddler. But there are still basics I need to live by to keep me sane.

The little boy goes out in the morning while I eat my breakfast and take a bath. He goes out again in the afternoon to give me some merienda and me time. He naps once a day to give everyone at home a break. His yaya is the main substitute caregiver. His father pops in once in a while to help.

The past week was tough because both my husband and the yaya got sick. The little boy could not go out of the house so we were stuck with each other. I could only get about an hour long break throughout the day for my bath. I could not eat proper meals. And I had to worry about everyone's health. The only thing that I was praying for was for me and the little boy not to get sick. I was exhausted and there were days when I could barely lift a finger due to fatigue. When the yaya was finally feeling better, it started raining so the little boy still could not go out.

Now my husband's not feeling well again. The yaya has family problems to deal with so she's been quite impatient with the little boy. We need to go to the doctor tomorrow for vaccines and the little boy refused to sleep early. I was on the verge of tears while begging him to sleep. He finally slept after hours and hours of rolling all over the bed.

I know other people have it tougher but there are just days when things seem pretty overwhelming for me. I resent, I doubt, and all the negativity consume me. I'm just hoping that things will be a bit better for us this week. I am praying that everyone in our household will be well in all aspects of our lives. If not, then I am praying that God will give me even more strength and grace to face what lies ahead.

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