on books, pathos, and insanity (or why i changed my site title)

it all started with a conversation i had with my sister maia several days ago.  we were talking about terry pratchett and how reading his books always makes us happy.  but maia went on to defend pathos in books and said that a good cry is always therapeutic, so she likes to read them once in a while.  i disagreed, but for very personal reasons.  growing up, i was such a drama queen that by the time i was 20 i already cried enough for 5 lifetimes!  it seemed like i was crying every 4 minutes, to tell you the truth. 

fast forward to today, when i only ever read books that are well-written, gripping,  intelligently funny, and challenges the imagination.  to make it short, nicholas sparks and i are not friends. =)  i find no need for a good cry.  my world is already insane enough without my adding tears to it.  besides, my boys (all 3 of them) panic when they see me crying! hahahahahah!

ever since i became a mother, i felt the responsibility to stay (relatively) sane. if not for my sake, then for the sake of my sons.  i have no time for drama, no time for pathos.  there's already too much of it in the news, why will i look for it in fiction!?  besides, i know that there are a lot more important things than my own feelings --  (i actually had to learn that, believe it or not)  there's duty, and responsibility, and a lot of nurturing on top of all the little mundane tasks of the day. 

so i'm done with the drama (thankfully), the soul-searching, the angst.  i'd really rather stay cheerfully insane (a few sandwiches short of a picnic), just the way i am now.   i'm a drama queen turned dairy queen.  =)

futile attempts

living in a home where i'm the only female makes it very challenging for me to add some "girly" touches to the decor.  for example, there is a vase of silk flowers in the living room. they're actually really nice artsy ones except that more often than not, there's bound to be a plane, a rocket, or a bat on top of it.

last weekend i bought myself an earring organizer. you know, one of those pretty wired things where you can hang your favorite earrings.  the one i got looks like an ornate bench, and i fell in love with it so much! i placed it on my bedside table.
except now, it looks like this:


the boys placed that in front of the bench to "guard" my jewelry daw. 

why do i even bother, huh? it's a losing battle, i tell ya. =)

day off ni inday

after an extremely hectic week, manuel took pity on me and let me have a few hours of "me" time.  i breastfed raoul so he was good for about 2 hours at least.  i bade the 3 boys goodbye and went off on my own. 

you would think i would spend the time shopping, or pampering myself at a spa.  instead, i went to the library.

of course, i also needed to return some books i borrowed, and get the ones i reserved (more terry pratchett novels!).  but i do love being able to browse at my leisure, without having to attend to someone else's needs.  it was tempting to sip some coffee while reading, at the cafe on the ground floor.  but i had already spent so much time at the reference section (looking for photoshop textbooks) that my time was almost up and i had to go back home.

thus ended inday's day off. hehe.