Between the hustle and all this bustle
Life has gotten a LOTTTTT busier than before; kids, job and chores are keeping me on my toes. Now that I'm over two months into this rat race, I've gathered courage to write about the tables that have turned. But the start to my busy life (thanks to a new job) was rather scary! Till the end of last year I had an easy going 8.30 to 5 job, with ample time for my kiddos and kitchen. This and the long break from my maternity/forced sabbatical seem to have encouraged the lazy bones to get even lazier.
In those happy (or should I say easier) days, I had time for everything that mattered; I picked up my elder one from school and we walked back home listening to all the cute and biased Kindergarten politics. I cuddled my little one many, many more times than I do now. I socialised with other mummies at the playground (gathering gossip that spiced up the chats with my man of few words). And yes, I even had time to fix a decent dinner within the 'healthy' dinner time. Now, my life has taken a totally new turn! I have a 9 to xxx job (the xxx ranging anywhere between 6 and 8). It's obvious that my kids and kitchen are at the mercy of a very reliable back-up. I don't see the other mummies and I know nothing of what's happening in the neighbourhood.
My account of everything that has changed may seem like a nightmare, but I can proudly tell you I'm surviving. I was thrown into the deep pool, but have been swimming... only because I'm blessed. Blessed with a very supportive husband, very loving and flexible kids and above all, amazing parents/parents-in-law. These wonderful people are ready to push themselves beyond what I can expect. They put up with my long hours of absence, and make me feel a lot warmer than I deserve to feel. What more could a woman, who's torn between aspirations and desires, ask for?
CHANGE is necessary, especially when life seems like a bed of roses. There should be struggle for appreciation to exist; there should be sacrifice for happiness to exist, and there should be pain for better gains to be received. I am lucky that my fabulous family stands by me, holding my back while I struggle to flap these new pair of wings. I wish every girl gets this lucky, so she can dare to dream and have a family to fall back on when she's tired of soaring.
In those happy (or should I say easier) days, I had time for everything that mattered; I picked up my elder one from school and we walked back home listening to all the cute and biased Kindergarten politics. I cuddled my little one many, many more times than I do now. I socialised with other mummies at the playground (gathering gossip that spiced up the chats with my man of few words). And yes, I even had time to fix a decent dinner within the 'healthy' dinner time. Now, my life has taken a totally new turn! I have a 9 to xxx job (the xxx ranging anywhere between 6 and 8). It's obvious that my kids and kitchen are at the mercy of a very reliable back-up. I don't see the other mummies and I know nothing of what's happening in the neighbourhood.
My account of everything that has changed may seem like a nightmare, but I can proudly tell you I'm surviving. I was thrown into the deep pool, but have been swimming... only because I'm blessed. Blessed with a very supportive husband, very loving and flexible kids and above all, amazing parents/parents-in-law. These wonderful people are ready to push themselves beyond what I can expect. They put up with my long hours of absence, and make me feel a lot warmer than I deserve to feel. What more could a woman, who's torn between aspirations and desires, ask for?
CHANGE is necessary, especially when life seems like a bed of roses. There should be struggle for appreciation to exist; there should be sacrifice for happiness to exist, and there should be pain for better gains to be received. I am lucky that my fabulous family stands by me, holding my back while I struggle to flap these new pair of wings. I wish every girl gets this lucky, so she can dare to dream and have a family to fall back on when she's tired of soaring.
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