I’ve not been working for 14 days. If there was anything I learned from this mini vacation of mine, it would be that, I definitely know how to be lazy as opposed to what I thought when I was working and out of the house 6 days a week. While outside the house, I think of so many things and make long to-do lists, including big chores to really do once I have that chunk of time.
My wish was granted – I did had the privilege of getting that chunk of time lately and then suddenly? My to-do list didn’t matter much, some of it didn’t matter at all. Let’s see, I wanted to clean up the full bookshelf, do some spring cleaning of the wardrobe, label things in the kitchen, sort the medicine cabinet, probably hang new curtains, etc, etc but instead I ended up reading 3 books, napping every afternoon for two hours and chat with my mother or aunt or whoever come to my house to visit. Of course I had to blame my mother for it – she screams at my face every time I lift things heavier than a slipper. “You’re on a bed rest advice, lady!” She would say and I’m like, too lazy to argue with her. Fine.
Since school is out, I didn’t have to wake up at 5:30 am to make bento boxes for myself, the husband and Pristine. There was no 7am school bus to catch. Being given the “unfit” bill of health, everyone in the house told me I can sleep as long as I want. Boy, it’s music to my ears. Every working mom should have the luxury of having that at least a few days per year!
I did something worthwhile at home though. No spring cleaning happened but I taught Pristine cursive writing, memorize the multiplication table until 6 and showed her how to make her own bed. Also, she now knows the seven continents (and some countries in it – she loves listing it all out but gave up on Europe), the big oceans and locate them on the map. She didn’t resist any of the teaching sessions we had.
Yeah, I was being a lazy bum but come to think of it, I’ve been really wanting to spend more time with my daughter and kept on talking about it here that I would’ve bored people already with my working mom woe pep talk. And now, I’ve realized some of that dream. I get the taste of being an SAHM (stay at home mom) and I enjoyed every minute of it.
Countdown to being a working mom again: 36 hours.