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Tired
Posted by The Red Devil
on
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
I'm tired. Literally and figuratively.
There's bills to pay, loans that need monetary attention, a house to be cleaned, schools that need tuition, clothes that need ironing, yet more clothes to be washed, dishes to be washed and children to be loved, played with and everything else in between.
For the past 2 weeks, this is the story of my life. I wake up at the crack of dawn to prepare everyone's brown bagged lunch (those that need them anyway). I hand over the twins to either their nanny or their bai. If I'm lucky, my eldest slumbers on but on a really hectic day, she could be up and wrecking havoc as well. Hubby takes me to work and I work. Ironically, I get to rest when I'm in the office.
I get home (if I'm lucky again, I don't have to go to the market to buy food) and I tend to the unwashed dishes and see if they've started the laundry. I'll iron clothes and play with the kids. While the twins are taking their night time bath, Little chick and I try to catch up while I'm cooking tomorrow's lunch for the brown bag. I give little chick a bath, brush her teeth, give her nightly milk and attend to the twins - who, if I'm lucky, have fallen asleep already.
In their slumber, I brush their teeth and put fluoride on their tiny pearls. I ask one of my cousins to stand watch while I clean and sterilize their bottles. If I'm lucky, bai comes home from work and tends to little chick while I catch a breather - usually composed of preparing my clothes for tomorrow. We have dinner and I try to fall asleep to do the same thing all over again the next day.
It comes with the territory of being a mom. I get it. I'm not complaining really. I'm just tired. Very tired.
I want to cry...
There's bills to pay, loans that need monetary attention, a house to be cleaned, schools that need tuition, clothes that need ironing, yet more clothes to be washed, dishes to be washed and children to be loved, played with and everything else in between.
For the past 2 weeks, this is the story of my life. I wake up at the crack of dawn to prepare everyone's brown bagged lunch (those that need them anyway). I hand over the twins to either their nanny or their bai. If I'm lucky, my eldest slumbers on but on a really hectic day, she could be up and wrecking havoc as well. Hubby takes me to work and I work. Ironically, I get to rest when I'm in the office.
I get home (if I'm lucky again, I don't have to go to the market to buy food) and I tend to the unwashed dishes and see if they've started the laundry. I'll iron clothes and play with the kids. While the twins are taking their night time bath, Little chick and I try to catch up while I'm cooking tomorrow's lunch for the brown bag. I give little chick a bath, brush her teeth, give her nightly milk and attend to the twins - who, if I'm lucky, have fallen asleep already.
In their slumber, I brush their teeth and put fluoride on their tiny pearls. I ask one of my cousins to stand watch while I clean and sterilize their bottles. If I'm lucky, bai comes home from work and tends to little chick while I catch a breather - usually composed of preparing my clothes for tomorrow. We have dinner and I try to fall asleep to do the same thing all over again the next day.
It comes with the territory of being a mom. I get it. I'm not complaining really. I'm just tired. Very tired.
I want to cry...
