I’m not a fan of generators but there were times when I really wished we had one – before (more than a decade ago) and just recently (about 2 weeks ago).

When I was still in third and fourth grade, when gas prices were still very much affordable, the whole country was badly plagued with frequent blackouts. I can’t exactly remember the reason for these power interruptions but what I won’t forget are the sleepless nights I had to endure as a kid especially since we relied on electric fans heavily for comfort. You see, the place where we used to live was not entirely well-ventilated so when power is out, we’d have to sweat ourselves to sleep.

And now, several years after, just when I thought that blackouts are a thing of the past, it happened again and on the day before I was to be formally observed in class (just 2 weeks ago). The lights went out before 8 pm and was never restored until 5 the next morning. THE STRESS…!

I so wanted to go to SM right there and then to buy a generator when I suddenly remembered how insanely expensive gasoline was! It was just a good thing I woke up early the next morning so I had enough time to work on my props before class started.

You know you’ve changed when you see yourself shopping for items in the mall that you’ve never thought you’d go shopping for before. For example, when andrea and I used to go on dates, whenever we’d pass by the department store, she’d always ask for time to look at swimsuits, regardless of what season we’re in. I, on the other hand, would look at rubber shoes. Now, however, we’d spend hours and hours rummaging through baby clothes and apparels. Even when we’re in bookstores, we’d catch ourselves browsing through coloring books, puzzles, and Barney or Backyardigan accessories.

In fact, yesterday, even after deciding to go to the mall to unwind and spend some quality time together, we ended up looking for mateo’s new toy – a soccer goal. Unfortunately, the only one we could find was too large and bothersome to set up inside the house so we had to go home empty handed.

Oh well, I guess this is what it means to be a parent!