Brand New Chapter

2 years and 5 months later, this is going to be my third month immersing in stay-at-home motherhood. I can't say that I am not enjoying it for now, since this still feels like a little holiday with no tangible end in sight. And besides, I'm living it out in a new place; there's so much to explore and so much to do...! But for now, it's still going to be my well-deserved break.

Strange that quitting my job to stay at home in order to take care of the little one garners such a huge response every time it's announced. Hasn't motherhood been always a 'stay-at-home' thing since the very beginning? Since when has this been reversed? I still feel out of place sharing this with friends; I don't have many in my circle who are in my shoes, so I guess it can't be helped that I am still a bit of an oddity.

I do miss the working lifestyle since that means I don't have to face a whiny, grumpy kid for about 9 hours everyday. It's ok when he is cute and playful and cheeky - that's adorable and makes the staying-at-home really worth it - but most of the time, he's really hard to handle and I find myself trying to reason things out with a 4.5 year old who seems to have the mindset and spunk of a 10 year old. And this always happens when I'm at my busiest!

Right now, I am trying to think of a way to juggle this new role with the need to 'escape' it. Ironic, isn't it? That I have to provide a solution to the solution (this was the solution to the problem of us losing our parents' help by moving out into our new apartment....) which has now become a problem in itself.

The husband says that I should stop trying to make life perfect because it will never be. The momentary balance will always be tipped; the road will never be straight.

I'll go sleep on it.