A Mommy Day

I'm really only at home on Sundays because I work in a mall that demands my presence six days of the week. (Which is my excuse for not writing enough to keep this blog interesting.) This leaves me guilty all the time for not having enough bonding time with my daughter, Reese. I sometimes leave work in a hurry just to find her already sound asleep when I go home. On the other hand, there are also times when I could have spent the morning walking around the neighborhood with her, which is part of her morning ritual, but I opted to relish on the feel of my back against the firmness of the mattress and my skin against my smooth and soft bed threads.

Yesterday, my sister and Reese's nanny brought her to the doctor because for the past few days she has been having slight fever, and now, rashes. I thought it was just a reaction to the vaccine she was given a day prior to having fever. But when the rashes came out I had her checked right away. The doctor said that it is just baby measles and that it is nothing to worry about.

So today I decided to just stay home and spend the whole day taking care of and playing with her. She woke up even before 4am and asked for milk. I thought after I gave her her milk she would go back to dreamland and doze off until the sun is up. But no, she didn't. A few minutes later, my sister entered our room and checked up on us knowing that we are already awake. That made it even more impossible for her to go back to sleep. So, my baby had me watching Dora the Explorer early in the morning and kept me awake the whole day doing just that. In between watching and having meals, we talked to her Papa over the net, draw, ate, danced, and draw some more. She slept after having lunch and stayed in bed for a while. I took the chance to go online again to check on my mails until she woke up again. We crawled back to bed and watched Barney and Barbie alternately. Before 6pm we went downstairs to where my dad, her 'wowo', was. I blew bubbles and she had the grandest time bursting them. After dinner, I washed her up and readied her for bed. Tired but happy as always, she slept early tonight at around 8:30.

I watch her asleep now and realize that this has been the first 'mommy day' I had in a long time. The other Sundays that passed were spent attending mass in the morning with her uncles and grandpa playing with her while I stay on my seat trying to concentrate on the mass, and, the afternoon, either sleeping, eating or busying myself online while she scribbles on her drawing notebook.

I think I should do this more often.

Set aside Sundays as my day with Reese, I mean.

And be a good mom in every possible way.

And do and be nothing more.