So, here I am, sitting in peace, watching the sun shine through the trees, right in front of my window, listening to the clear sound of the birds chirping in the skies. I, somehow, never noticed that spider webs were unevenly distributed all over the ceiling of my balcony. How come I noticed it today? It’s because my daughter is at school and my baby is at the babysitter. Yes, I’m a stay-at-home-mother but I still keep him with the babysitter for around four hours per day. I can use this time to sleep as well. All of you know how sleep deprived a mother, to a one-year-old, can be.
Everyone gives me a weird look when I tell them that my baby is not at home during the mornings. It is like asking me why I needed a babysitter if I’m not a working mother. Housewives, or home-makers, are supposed to do house chores and handle the kids at home. Anyway, along with my daughter, my little son is also out of the house for those few hours. I get back home after dropping them off to their respective workplaces and head to the kitchen to prepare a delicious breakfast, poached eggs and bacon, which I can devour in peace. Please note that the word ‘peace’ will be used many times in this piece of writing. So, I eat and relish what I’ve prepared at the same time without having my heart in my mouth because my son is dancing on a chair (he can barely walk yet).
Yes, he is in the very next building which is only twenty steps from mine. I need that time to be with my husband. We need the time to spend as a couple. I need that time alone with him to punch and scratch him because he yelled at me, in front of the kids, the previous day. I am too good a mother to reciprocate in the same manner when my children are around, so I wait, until the time is right, to attack.
How many of you have had to place a stool in the lavatory so your little one can sit and watch you bathe or relieve yourself while answering a hundred questions? Well, I did this with my daughter but my son wants to get off it and examine the bathroom brushes and to my disgust, the drain. Imagine the stress I do not have to put up with if I have a bath during the few hours he is enjoying himself with the other children at the crèche. My body and internal system, both, remain clean and I feel fresh.
I have been trying to watch ‘Suits’ ever since the first season was released. I was unable to concentrate due to the noise and questions and barks thrown in my face. I gave up. Now, I can even watch a movie during this time while keeping my hands occupied with painting something, without trying to save the paints from being picked up and upturned by a curious toddler. I’m still not used to not having him around in the mornings, so I look around suspiciously before I begin painting. Will show you what I’ve painted once I’m done with it.
Walking around while carrying seven kilograms on your shoulders is not a joke and pushing a stroller carrying seven kilograms in it, isn’t a joke either. Everywhere I go, I’ve been pushing a baby carriage since 2012. It’s 2017 and nothing has changed, except for the weight and gender relaxing in the pram that tags along with me. Whether I have to buy the groceries or shape my eyebrows, I have to drive the carriage wherever I go. Now, I can schedule a pedicure during these few hours of mine. I can also pass by the gift shop in peace otherwise I am busy dragging the little one out, and forcing the unwanted toy out of his little hands but tight grip.
Let’s face it, the older you get, whether you are young at heart or not, your body tends to react negatively to anything tasty. This is the time you realize you should have had a healthier lifestyle all these years. This is the time you think of hitting the treadmill and wonder why you did not think of it all these years. Yes, I began hitting the treadmill, after my first delivery, in vain. I was bored in ten days. So, now I use a part of the precious hours to belly dance because that’s what my body responds to, positively. I have swimming on my mind too, but the cool weather does not encourage me to visit the pool yet.
And lastly, I can read or write in peace, like I’m doing right now. I can sit with my laptop and pay my bills, check my mail, keep in touch with my friends and write. My goal of writing at least one article a week can, perhaps, become a reality. I’m sure there are plenty of other things I could do during these hours but right now, it has only been two weeks. I was quite paranoid about sending my daughter to a babysitter or leaving her alone with a nanny but the fatigue my tiny son has put me through has driven me to send him to the babysitter. Of course, I analyse his behaviour and see to it that he enjoys himself with the children there. Let’s hope my precious hours last for at least a little while more.