Two weeks of family time

It's been exactly 6 weeks, well, going 7 since I came home to Bacolod. My mom has been complaining that I have never found the time to set aside one weekend to come home and visit.. She started asking when I will come home after two weeks from my last trip! Imagine that! Anyway, I have managed to find an excuse, excuses actually. Had these extra-curricular activities that made me 'busy' ergo, i was legitly understood. By the 5th week tho, my mom got impatient. So she called me up one day and said she's coming over! hahaha with Brandon and my dad will follow a week after. She had this grand, totally touching reason. Bar results will be coming out anytime now and they wanted to be here with me. How can you possibly say no to that?! And of course I can't. Hell, my mom doesn't need to have a reason for coming to visit me, right?

So it's this weekend already, my mom will be arriving with my little devil. It means SAVINGS for me!!! My mom would be armed with her styro with my fave blue marlin and other stuff for consumption. I won't have to go to the groceries or shell out money for whatever. I have my mom to take care of things. I'll feel like a child pampered with maternal love! So looking forward to it. I miss being taken care of by my mom. I have gotten so used to being by myself, independence and that shit, it would be refreshing to feel helpless and dependent even for just awhile.

The downside tho, my house would be crowded. hahaha I live in a 2-storey, 4-corner box that is too small for 4 people, i think. We would be bumping around each other. I moved in the way we bought it. Just had minor repairs with it. It has 2 rooms with a provision for attic which we have not had done yet (because it means I have to move out the house to give way for the construction). This is also the reason why my dad hates coming here. He prefers me coming home to Bacolod. He feels suffocated in my house box. hehehe But hey, it's my mom and brandon for 2 weeks then my dad for a week. I think we can manage, tolerate the uncomfy-ness. =)

Conversation with Dad

A few days ago, i received a surprise phone call from my dad. Normally, when my folks call me up, my dad would just say a quick hello then pass the phone over to my mom. I would then end up chit-chatting with my mom with all the latest chismis and what-not. But this particular night, spent almost an hour talking with my dad, just my dad. I wasn't even sure if my mom knows that he was talking to me or where mom was. I didn't ask too. It's one of those rare days that my dad was probably feeling chatty. And of course I love it. Like I have mentioned in my previous entries, conversation with my dad is one of the things that makes me miss Bacolod.

As always, it was a good almost an hour talk. Shared a lot of insights, on both ends. Things that I have been bothered and confused about lately, I finally let it out. Only with my dad because he is a very good listener. And he gives sensible points. Doesn't jump in to drastic measures... It's only with him that i feel most comfortable sharing my thoughts without hesitations. Strangely, after our conversation, the succeeding days became light and fine. It's my father's touch. He assured me that everything will be alright soon. And it did.