It’s only been a week since I started my new job. Working 2 days a week has been a life changer.
Everyone agrees being a housewife is hard. But no one ever mention how being a working mom is even harder. Not because going to work is hard, no of course. Infact going to work is a much easier time. The problem is when you’re expected to do everything a housewife does, right after you get home from work. How does any working mom manage to complete all the housework in 3 hours before bedtime is beyond me.
But hey that was how I was living. Mojuju constantly get on my nerves by not offering me any help, or even help me when I actually asked. But this year, everything suddenly shifted.
He’s working less days, and is helping me out so much. He even noticed that I wasn’t eating dinner today and made me oatmeal: it’s his magic oatmeal. Everytime I’m ill or just depressed, his oatmeal somehow would cheer me up. He’s been treating me like a damn queen since I went back to visit my parents for a month. In all honesty, I think he’s making me fall in love with him again everyday. Don’t tell him that though, because he’d get too proud. 🤣
Now, the laundry are slowly being demolished, all nicely folded by noon. Family time in the park. He even planned out a picnic with sushi and everything. He fed me with his impressive chopstick skills while we watched our kids cycling and screaming happily chasing each other. The house has never been so tidy before.
I even repotted my plants and managed to finish not ONE but TWO books!
If time could stop, I wish it does right now. I don’t think our home has been filled with this much laughter and love, or me enjoying my time instead of just surviving. The journey has been tough and difficult, but I guess we made it.
I need to repaint our home and replace all the wallpapers, and maybe revive our tiny vegetable farm; but I’m just taking my time. For now, my nose is stuck in my books. I have completely forgotten how fond I am towards books and mysteries, and how much my fingers missed the soil.