In the morning, when all the light bulbs were off, Ian, Eduard, and I ate our breakfast; took our baths; and dressed up to go to Ian’s school. Billy had his friend over at their house (which was beside the compound where Lola and our family live) and were sound tripping, so he did not come with us. I could not force him, so we just left without him.

I wanted to go with Ian to his school to get his card with him, but you know teenagers, so I said Eduard and I would just wait for him at my friend’s net shop, which was just a few minutes walk away. He was hesitant to show his card when he arrived and warned me of his not-so-high grades. I decided to see his card, when we’re already in the car on our way home.

I don’t know, but after thinking while sleeping (oh, yes) on Monday night, I realized that, after weighing the pros and cons, in the end, what would matter is where you’d be happier, or not sadder. I’ve always known that salary is not the only factor in work, but actually choosing between two jobs was a brain wrecker. After the yes’s from eks and PJVP when asked if I’d be doing the right thing, I sent a mail declining the new job. I would have accepted that job had things been different. Oh, well. I cannot have it all. Surprisingly, I am no longer bothered with that decision. I don’t know, but there must be something being with the kids that made me decide with finality what I wanted or needed.

After sending the mail, I talked with my friend whom I haven’t seen for months already while the two kids were social networking, watching trailers, and playing Sponge Bob games. Over a box of donuts, my friends and I exchanged stories while waiting for the two to finish. Would you believe that they were in front of the computer from 11 am until 2 pm, and they wouldn’t have noticed that we were missing lunch had I not told them? Kids and computers. I thanked my friend, and we left the net shop.

In the car, I asked for Ian’s card. He wouldn’t give it at first, so Eduard grab it and gave it to me. That’s my boy! hehe. At this point, Ian no longer protested. He had a fair grade, nothing spectacular. I was actually expecting lower grades because of his super resistance to show it. But I found his card acceptable. I told him that it is okay not to be honor or not to get high grades; that he passed his subjects was enough for me (this is my line of thinking when I was still studying, though I’m not sure if it’s right hehe). And that he should also show his card to Lola because Lola deserved to see the fruits of the education she’s been paying for. I think he understood.

When all the children were asleep, I went out with old friends, some I haven’t seen for 3 years, at 11 pm and came home around 5 am. hehe. Though I knew mom would be angry if I stay until morning, I’m hoping she’d understand a little. After all, time passes fast when talking with childhood friends and hometown pips.