I wake up everyday wondering whether i will have the energy to finish the day. I keep thinking I am tired, I am done. All I want to do is sit around do nothing. Small wail from my side, reminds me that is just an impossible dream. Motherhood calls.
I do my usual routine, cook, in between dress her up to school, I sit around few minutes to only realize my tea turned cold. I reheat it , I put the clothes in the wash machine, I step outside only to find annoying leaves infront of my house, remove them , water the plants. I realised I still hadn’t had my tea, I reheat it again, this time I stood by it until I finished it, not quite enjoying it, rather gulping it as a routine. I look at the time only to realise work calls. I rush. And I M already half dead.
Funny part is, I enjoy all this to the bits, it’s something what I want to do rather than take it as a responsibility. But I have to say I am tired. I want to stop multi tasking. I want to stop being a mother, sister, daughter, wife, friend. I want to be me, just me for a day least . And sadly world changes, my definition of being a woman to ‘Being mother, sister, daughter, wife’ before it identifies the individual I am.
Note: Please don’t term this as feminism!