I had to go to my Alma Matter (high school) yesterday to buy rosaries for my mother-in-law and sister-in-law. These are very special rosaries that marked the canonization of the founder of our school and blessed by Pope Benedict. I learned that the rosaries may be only be purchased through my good old friend and no less than the current president of the school, Sr G. I got a bit lost locating her office since a lot has changed around the campus. On my way there, I even caught a glimpse of a renovated chapel. I was excited. I used to hear mass in that chapel, even lead the singing while playing my guitar. Anyway, back to the rosaries, no other than Sr. G was whom I bumped into and she took me to her office. Only to find out that the rosaries were part of a thicker plot, to convince me to transfer my daughter, Yellow to this Red school. I will not mention my reservations which made me give up all my dreams of seeing my own daughter wear the best uniform in the whole wide world. This is the second time this dear old friend of mine has tried to convince me about this. This is the second time I have seen her in a year too. She went on to say that the school has beefed up academically and they are well into the arts too. One thing Yellow's school cannot give her are the Red school spirituality and values. I listened to her sales talk just as a friend would listen to a friend. Sr. G has got to be one of the people I love the most in this whole earth. But it was a lost cause I am sorry to say, yellow is very happy in her school and so are hubby and me. The values and spirituality part? Yellow's school does not lack. Plus, at home she has her Red mom.
Sr. G and I said our good-byes and I passed by the new chapel. I knelt down to pray and a feeling of peace almost overwhelmed me. I could not utter a prayer. In my head, I kept on saying, "I am home." . It was wonderful and I would not mind going back to that feeling whenever I can. I couldn't see my teen-aged self in the new chapel. I could just see myself now, 20 years from graduation, a wife a mother. But I was home. This is part of my life, this is me.
I don't know what God's plans are for Yellow but my Red school is God's design for me and coming back is like coming home.
Yellow's home is her yellow school for now. I have long before I accepted her destiny as that.
Whew! After a day or sorting, throwing out and cleaning, our home office is done. I don't know about what lurks behind the cabinet doors and drawers but it is a start.
I could not believe it when I realized half-way through the task that I felt a sense of deja vu. I won't call it an a-ha moment but more of an uh, oh, no moment. It dawned on me that I just de-cluttered the area two months ago. Thanks to my helper whom I wrote about in my previous blog, it was all a mess again. Sadly to her she was just doing her job, her own signature illogical organization. So now it is still early morning here as I write this, I can't wait to tell her that I want this room to remain this way with everything in the specific places I have assigned them to. My next stop are actually the cabinets and drawers.
For now I am happy and ready for the kids' first set of homework and equipped too for whatever they may need.
A number of things I've learned:
1. Stop buying magazines that you don't usually read. Stick to your favorites.
2. Organize your stuff yourself.
3. Have a day for paper shredding. mine is at the end of the month.
4. I have too many mini bauls. (small chests)
5. I need to fix all my files.
My home is a mess. I don't know where my things are. I don't know what we still have and what we don't have. The stair landing leading to our attic holds bags and boxes of stuff that we have edited and should be giving away. It does not help that I have a helper whose organizer skills is void of logic. Just last week, I was going crazy looking for airplane tickets for a trip to Cebu. I know I already placed the ticket on my desk and it was not there anymore. I don't want to call our helper anymore because that's all we do here; call her and ask for our stuff. But then i was leaving in a day and needed the ticket so I had to call her. Guess where she put it? She put it inside the envelope which holds the tickets of our recent US Trip. Who would have guessed ha?
Things need to change. for starters, our helpers (I am so lazy, we have three.) are not to keep our stuff anymore. If there is anything anywhere, just leave it there. The kids, hubby and me will keep the stuff ourselves. I think that will definitely help.
I am starting this weekend with our home office. I plan to eventually turn it into a mix-use with the addition of a twin bed. Yep, a guestroom. For now, I still have balikbayan boxes to deal with and tons of magazines. It is still a start.
