Sharing a piece of myself today. No pictures, though, because I couldn’t get myself to take photos.
I’ve locked myself inside my room. I brought my laptop, because I needed something to distract me. Zeeka couldn’t stop whining. First, it was about Monopoly and how she couldn’t get the little paper money inside the little pouch. After whining about that, she whined about not being able to play with the big sack of play dough. I didn’t let her play that because we were having friends over, and I didn’t want to dirty the place. After that episode, I just had it. I didn’t want to do anything that would hurt her, so I ran towards my room, shut the door and locked myself up.
She kept on crying for a good 15 minutes and shouting.
So yeah, this is my life. And ‘this’ happens (behind the scenes of social media) at least a couple of times during the day, mind you. These are the scenes that we don’t show. But, as moms, this is our REALITY.
As I look at young, single and fashionable women on Instagram, I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. “Look at you having the time of your life,” I scoff. “Enjoy it while you can.”
Now, my life is full of concerns like: “Did she finish her baon today? or did she pee on her underwear or how’s my schedule like next week since they extended club time”.
I want to be concerned just for once about whether my tan lines show or not! Please! Haha!
Then after my “internal” rants about my predicament and after feeling sorry for myself, I hear a knock on the door. This cute little human in pigtails asks me for food, because she’s hungry.
My heart melts. We’re then friends again.
And this cycle continues.
