Am so excited to join this blog’s first ever meme, when sahmone speaks, by a fellow PMB member, Mommy Mitch, so without further ado, on with this week’s topic:
Looking back the days when you were still single, how would you differentiate your life now? How do you keep up with your busy schedule every day?
I long for the independence + mobility that my being single entails;I can go wherever I go, whenever I want to go, in the same manner that I can do everything that i fancied at the time I want to do it sans the long arguments, the never-ending plead (so someone will agree to take care of my baby) or the extra 14 kilos i need to carry around when i decided to just bring my son along.
Gone are the days too, when I can sleep + relax + just be lazy to my heart’s content or stay up into the wee hours of the morning if the desire to watch movies or catch up on the episodes of my favorite soap on the desktop kicked in. I remember the Sundays spent just lying peacefully in bed whenever I was too lazy to get up, or those nights when i stay wide awake just so i can finish a newly bought or most often than not, newly borrowed, paperback.
So goes my independence + my free time.
Nowadays, whenever I want to sneak in for a pocket me-time (just so I can take some breather or a well-deserved break + since the chance to get away is hard up these days + several-hours-of-break rarely come by) and do the stuffs I used to enjoy doing, I had to make sure first that the little man is well-fed, bathed, relaxing comfortably on his little perch in his crib, or is enjoying an episode of his favorite cartoon. Not to mention that his laundry has to be taken care of + feeding bottles washed + sterilized too! And, in case I wanted to watch something or check my fb account or tinker something in my blog on the computer, I better make sure Jared is peacefully wandering into la-la-land.
But am I complaining? Nope, not one bit, I welcome all the busy days + the chores motherhood entails simply for the joy + the blessing of having a little angel into my life + the pleasure of having a very “pogi” little boy call (or often times scream) me “ma”!