Distraught Mother
It’s 7.30 AM. Everyone’s still asleep. I could sleep in too. I might probably clock an hour more of shut-eye. But I’m already behind my schedule. Laundry awaits. There are some bedding preparations for my helper to be done. Oh my god, all those photos left unedited in my tab, not forgetting the ones in my camera! I have loads to pen down. A lot of thoughts needed to let go. And the photoblog I’ve been working on so diligently, yet abandoned. Paperwork is yet to be filed, and new storage units were yet to be arranged. A fridge that needed cleaning, and a pantry that needed sorting. Oh boy, so many things to be done, preferably before the kids are awake. Will I be able to achieve it? No. Am I in this mess daily? Yes. A big yes. But will I trade my life for anything else? Probably not. I woke up feeling at my worst self and I wanted to remember that very moment. I’m a distraught mother. But I’m a thankful distraught mother with a heart so full.
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