Being a Stay-At-Home-Mom or SAHM as the new lingo is, is one the most
difficult part of job that any mother has do. Now don’t get me wrong, with all
due respect it’s a very important job and somebody’s got to do it but the
problem is at the end of the it’s a thankless job. I wonder how mums all the
over world and over hundreds of years have managed to stay at home all the time
and have been happy about it. I have never met a SAHM who has ever complained!
I was brought by an extremely hard working mum, who would be away
almost 5 days a week but she made up for that I missed in just two days. Yes of
course she missed my report card days (that was mostly on purpose), or school
functions etc. But she was always around still and the one thing that I really
learnt from her is to be independent! Be it monetarily or emotionally, every
woman needs to be self sufficient!
I am currently at a situation where I am absolutely frustrated as I do
a little bit of work from home, content writing, blogging etc. but it is just
not satisfying my soul. I want to get back to the corporate routine and which
is quite impossible right now with no one to look after my little Smera. It
feels like living in a jail especially on school days as I have to be on mercy
for the hubby to come in early and answer some of the her questions. Since we
moved to Muscat
To help myself feel a little liberated I have started going to my
hubby’s office, working on the website content. So my usual routine starts at
4:30 am, and that’s all thanks to my body clock and if knew where it was located
I would have long thrown it out of body. Going after sending Smera away to
school I get ready and rush to work, work on the content bit till 12:30 come
back for houseboy to clean, cook lunch and pick up Smera.
Once Smera is back I am already feeling sleepyishly liberated and
that’s when I take her down to play for an hour that is roughly around 5-6 pm. This
is the time when I am really doing a security guard’s duty keeping both my eye
on her, while she plays. In between other kids from the compound ask the lovely
lady aka me the time, to make sure they don’t get in trouble with their mums.
Once back from the play I give her a bath followed by then dinner and then I tuck
her away by 7 pm.
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Sigh!! I am feeling almost exhausted writing about it, imagine me
dragging my self with that idiotic body clock. Then the laundry, tweeting, whatsapping,
facebooking and thinking of the next blog post, while preparing for next day. Sounds
extremely chaotic but I am loving it. I just wish if I could find a full-time
help at home, which would make it more interesting then I guess.
