The past few months have been overwhelming at work given all the office drama, pit stops, and new challenges (every day!!!) and Husband’s new work role has been overwhelming too as I now struggle with being the primary household decision maker for most of the time when he’s deployed on site overseas for weeks. Since he is away, my son compensates by demanding my attention as much as he can. Make that overwhelming overwhelming.
The shortened work days because of the holidays brought undue stresses since I was working for 12 hours everyday just to get everything done, and I couldn’t. I was telling the Husband, “Change of scenery please. That or recuperating in the sofa with Netflix.” He agreed, “You need a break, you’ve been obsessed with the GOT S7 memes as a coping mechanism.” (Come on, the Javelin gold medals and the endless Sean Bean quotes and the zombie white walker moonwalk and the Jon Snow memes are just too good to pass up. I still laugh thinking about it.)
So, despite bouts of flu and cough making rounds in the house (amazingly my flu vaccination worked since I was the only one who was not sick), I agreed to bring the entire household to Hamilo Coast to support the Husband who was participating in a triathlon. It was only 2 days and we were tagging along with another family whose head of household was also participating in the triathlon. As much as I don’t really like 2 day family trips because you can never relax (my kaladkarin days are behind me), I just needed to get away and distract myself.
The Pico de Loro beach and country club is beautiful and a site developer’s dream come true. But I was missing that community vibe.
While a bit dangerous if athletes competing are not trained well, triathlons are fun to watch as you cheer for your team. But a crowded open water swim, then the grueling heat while biking, and the fatigue that sets in while running the last leg is not to be taken lightly. As a spectator and supporter, it seemed that my emotions swam, biked, and ran too as I waited to check if the Husband was able to successfully move on to the next transition.
The entire 2 days, my son coughed progressively, the yaya was having a fever, and I was cranky most of the time (eventually I had to bring all of them to the hospital for a check-up once we got back to the Metro while Husband rushed to catch his flight). But the change of scenery was good. I am grateful that the Husband finished the race safely and within his time goals, the son and the yaya are getting better now, and I got to dip my legs into the water and sink my feet into the sand.
Now I need a real vacation.