1. At breakfast, I am irritated by my husband many questions.
2. After breakfast, he confronts me regarding my anger prone irritability.
3. "Because you think I have all the answers to all your questions." comes my defensive answer. "We have all the same source of information which is the facebook. I don't know everything."
4. But I do feel sorry for getting irritable though. I know it is my fault. In any case, I just do not like my husband to depend too much on me. He has been like that recently, asking for my consent and letting me do most of our family and or personal decisions for him. I have been his source of family information too and I just want him to be more independent. I just so want him to be more physically and mentally alert and capable.
5. Today is Sunday. We arrive church about 15 minutes before the mass. But the parish church this morning is just simply too noisy. Inside the church, I try to pray. I am all trying to tapper down my temper after that short spat with my husband. I need so much to control myself emotionally and spiritually. But how can anybody pray with such a din!
6. Then Anita Yu, coming from her chit-chat all around the church, sits down infront of me and my husband. "Hi kumusta?! Kumusta na?" She bubbly and loudly greets me. I put a finger to my mouth to hush her loud social greetings. She does not get my gesture and continues with "How many grandchildren do you have already?" I try very hard to smile and answer her with my two fingers. (Meaning two.) But she can not seem to get it still. "Why, you lost your voice?" She asks. In any circumstances, it could have been comical, but I am not feeling any cheery this morning. Again I make a 'hush hush' gesture with my finger over my mouth and say softly. "I am praying." But she continues to be dumbfounded. Oh my, doesn't she ever know that this is a church?!
7. During the mass, during the 'peace' greeting, Anita Yu avoids me. I think she is clueless and must have been offended. Sometimes I come out harshly snobbish. So now I have do some damage control....oh my!
8. After the mass, I tap her shoulder and say. "I did not answer you awhile ago because I was praying."...."Oh sorry, I thought you lost your voice." She reply.
9. After the mass, Mrs. Lily Uy and her family invite the parishioners to a brunch at the social hall in thanksgiving for her recovery from her illness. She was hospitalized twice very recently from cough and fever, and from hypoglycemia. The Cardinal Quevedo is present for the occasion, and as usual I have observed the center stage being hugged by the ever attention seeker devorah tan-abing at church and at social gatherings. Infact I call her "Ms Presidential table" in contrast to "Ms presidentiable" to myself, because she is ever ready at the presendential table with the dignitaries. Well, maybe sour graping on my part because she is that rich and popular. But honestly I just hate it when people accost her with such nobility, even our parish priest and the cardinal himself. When the cardinal approaches our table, I stand up and kiss his ring with reverence. Others shake his hand and many other ladies hug him and make beso beso (pecking of the cheek). I kind of get pissed off with this kind of familiarity. Hey ladies, he is the cardinal, do you know that?
9. Before going home, I realize I lost my folding umbrella. Geez, I just can not recall where I misplace it.
10. Arriving home, my maid asks permission to sleep out tonight. I am doubly agitated. I scold her. "This will be the last time you're going t ask to sleep out. I am not going to permit you the next time."
11. I hope and pray that the day will not get any worse.
12. Despite everything, a blessed Sunday to you all.
Updates: I am able to retrieve my lost umbrella. I left it inside the church.