After a couple of trips during the holidays, we’re finally back in our house for the first time this year. 

We got up to order food delivery, getting Ya Kun for breakfast. Che usually gets the set, while I get tuna toast. For Vino, we keep trying to guess which one he would like. This time, we tried the steamed bread with peanut and butter, which he loved. 

As with most first days back, the first order of business was to put clothes in the washing machine. Most of our clothes from the Philippines were washed already, but there were still some that needed to go with the rest of the load. I loaded about three batches of clothes before putting two of those in the dryer. 

Meanwhile, we were back to what we do best at home – watch K-Drama. We started the second season of Taxi Driver right before Dynamite Kiss, so we picked up where we left off. 

Che had some personal care things in the afternoon, so Vino and I were left at home for a bit, which was time I actually needed because there was a mountain left to conquer.

 

If there was an arch-enemy for my superhero, it would be folding clothes. There’s no shortcuts to it, but it’s an inevitable part of the life of a house husband. 

I also did some housekeeping while waiting for the other clothes to be put in the dryer. During this time, I took my sister’s advice and started watching Stranger Things. I was never really into the series, similar to why I never liked period dramas. 

Set in the 80s, there are conflicts that I feel like could be easily resolved in modern times. Game of Thrones was kind of different, because it’s an entirely different world. But K-Dramas set in Joseon era and serious series set in different time periods (except That 70’s Show) are not really my cup of tea. 

However, I’ve been looking for something to binge on while folding clothes and whatnot, and since I don’t have to read subtitles for this, it was a relatively easy choice. It’s a good time to watch it too, since all the episodes are out. 

After folding clothes, Vino and I went to church, where we met Che. We went to our usual spot and heard mass from there. Yet again, I had issues with the celebrant’s message. Again, I don’t question the Catholic faith, but if all priests were like this guy, I don’t think this religion will last another decade. 

I go to church to feel the presence of God and have personal conversations with him while listening to the gospel and the readings. But at this point, I could care less about what the priest will say during the homily. 

We went to Great World after the mass, where we had dinner and found a couple of things that we needed either for the house or for gifting. 

We went home shortly after getting what we needed. It wasn’t an eventful day, but it did feel normal again after a few weeks of being away. 

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