3 protagonists on this post: diaper, yaya and bra - er, the lack of them actually. They're like The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly.
Let me start with the good. Diaper-less. We are diaper-less for the entire day! The only time Little Spanish Pinay wears diaper is at night. A couple of weeks ago, I have embraced the fear of not putting on her diaper even when we are going out. We've had a couple of accidents here and there but these past few days, we are accident-free the whole day. There are even mornings that she'd wake up to a clean diaper. She's starting to hold her pee during the night pretty well, ladies and gents!
So there goes the good part.
Yaya-less. LSP's yaya left us. She has found another job by the south of Spain and she was really happy about it. I too am honestly happy for her and since hubby and I already planned for LSP to go to the daycare soon, this has saved us from giving her the "bad news" that we'll not need her service anymore... BUT not this soon. She told me the news Monday of the past week and her last day would be Friday of the same week. Hubby and I immediately had to revisit our plan. We decided to ask the daycare if LSP can start by July instead of September. The daycare gladly accommodated our request. Now, the only problem was the last 3 weeks of June without yaya. Hubby took a 2-week vacation so he can take care of LSP while I work and then I took the last week of June (plus 1st and 2nd of July) so I can take care of her while hubby goes back to work.
Not really that bad as I believe it's also a good timing. I've been getting worked up with how yaya's been a bit lazy around the house and was actually looking forward to becoming yaya-less but I've had dilemmas as I feel bad letting her go... knowing that it'll be (and it has been) difficult for her to find a job where we live. This was his only source of income. But fate fixed my dilemma and even gave a better opportunity for LSP's now-ex-yaya.
Bra-less. With all the ruckus and changes going on, lately my head does not start to kick even until late afternoon. One time, I forgot to put my bra on upon leaving the house. I'm not used to going out the house without wearing my bra, ok? Now, I know am not blessed (at all) in that area so they're not really an attention grabber but... I am quite blessed in the "tip of the iceberg" area so without my bra on, they are always looking like I am cold, if you get the drift. When I realized I this, I felt so uncomfortable I started walking like I hunchback with my arms crossed like a mummy and eyeballs going from left to right. But later on, I realized people could just care less. In a country where topless and nudists are quite a common scenarios in the beach, seeing nipples behind a bra-less shirt is as normal as seeing a bus in the street. So I straightened my back, relaxed my arms, put my chin up high and strut me self. Man, that was liberating! The ugly part in here is the part where I seem to be running around like a headless chicken lately... see, I barely have time for blogging not even to remember to put everything I need to put on befoer going out the house. Anyhoo... what is going out bra-less compared to going out with chocolate in my crotch?
ta-tah for now!