15 Marbles

Moments.Musings.Memories. ❤️Gathering little marbles from ordinary days and keeping them for our memory jar. ❤️

  • “Is it worth it?”, that’s a question I have asked myself so many times in the last week or two or three. I have really fought with myself about putting this post up-I don’t know why. May be because a lot of you, that read the blog, know me personally. But, finally the need to put it out there is greater than the fear of being judged or seen as a failure.

    I don’t  know where to begin. I suppose I could start with SP working long hours. He leaves at 7am,sometimes even earlier and is gone for a good 13-14 hours each day. Most days he brings work home and starts working again after a rushed dinner.Rushed dinner, because its getting late for the kids bedtime and they WANT to eat dinner with their father. So, I am yelling at them to finish their food, talk less, go to bed! They want me to tuck them in, but I am too exhausted. ALL I WANT IS FOR THEM TO SLEEP! Sometimes, like last night, Ms.An decides that sleeping is for the weak and refuses to go to bed. I get in bed with her, hoping to put her to sleep, but my mind is ticking, with all the things that I still need to do and the longer she takes to fall asleep, the angrier I get and the longer it takes me fall asleep! And before you suggest, SP tucking her in, it doesn’t work. She still waits for me. That’s even more annoying.But with all these long hours, I have a new found respect for all the single moms or the ones with travelling partners,but I wonder..is it worth it- all the yelling,all exhaustion?

    Mornings are no different. I wake up, try to wake up Ms.A, she rolls over and wants 5 more minutes in bed. If its my day off, I let Ms.An, sleep a little longer. If its my work day, which means she has to be dressed and fed too, ready for drop off at her childcare. I will talk about childcare in a minute, let me finish with Ms.A. So, Ms.A, after I wake her up for the 5th time,she jumps out of bed and is ready. Brekky, lunch ( I HAVE to cook/make something fresh for her-that’s my obsession) cooked /fed/packed and my first alarm goes off -by which time, all I have done is yelled at them to keep moving/eating/stop talking. By this time, I still haven’t had my cup of tea or coffee. If the hair is done, we leave after the first alarm. If it isn’t then, its my cue to start doing their hair. Hair done, second alarm goes and we HAVE to be out of the door. Some days it works like clockwork.-on other days, at least one of them will have a meltdown, for no real good reason. Most meltdowns happen on my work-day and I wonder,is it worth it? I mean is it really worth it,breaking their little hearts,rushing them along? I know I am teaching them the value of time and punctuality..but some days, it only feels like a futile exercise to beat the clock.

    Now, Ms.An…first thing to come out of her mouth, each morning is- “I am not going school, I staying home with you”  OR “I am your baby, I want you” Depending on what we are doing that day, I tell her accordingly and sometimes its alright, but almost every other day, its not. She doesn’t want to get dressed, or walk or just wants to be my baby and wants me to carry her around. We drop off Ms.A and either come back home or go for Ms.An’s swimming class or go to the childcare. As soon as I turn into the Childcare complex, she starts crying. She rolls on the car floor, sits down on the ground, refuses to move.I have to carry her into her room, where she continues her crying. It breaks my heart to leave her like that. Her carers assure me that she is fine after I leave. I KNOW she is fine after I leave, B.U.T. it breaks my heart to leave her like that and No! it doesn’t get easier with each day. I try to be strong for her, not showing her that I am crumbling inside. Almost after every drop off, I am in tears by the time I get to my car and then I wonder..is it worth it-making her cry,putting both of us through that pain of separation?

    I mean I am not in a high-flying job, I am not competitive and I am not over-ambitious. But its a job I love. Its a job that helped me rediscover myself, surely its worth it..but then why do I find it all so pointless. But, if I quit, I’ll hate myself and my life. I have been spending long hours at work too,because I enjoy doing what I do.But,in the end,I find myself, running around like a headless chicken, from home, to school/ childcare centre, work-balancing the different acts of domesticity- cooking, cleaning, laundry etc. and still feeling like a loser. I have also come to realise that a full-time job is not my cup of tea. Oh and to add to my crazy life, I have signed up for a Masters course. My brain is about to explode, but I don’t think the time is right, I mean, it will just mean one more thing to take care of. My mind is jumbled up- to continue the struggle or give up? For now,I’ll keep kicking to stay afloat, hopefully the madness will go away.
    Today, Ms.An had a makeup lesson at swimming and she was tired and I just let her be..I didn’t yell..she wanted me to tuck her in on the couch, instead and so I did. I tucked her in and let her watch cartoons. I came back to bed too. I just gave myself a break. Does that make me slacker mom? Sure it does…but it also makes me a calmer mom, which can’t be a bad thing, now, can it?

    I hesitated to put all this in words, because saying it aloud is just validating my feeling of helplessness, but I decided to write anyway, because I am sure, there might be at least one other person out there, who might be feeling the same.I am hoping that reading this will help that one person. Just writing about it, has made me feel a bit better, may be I need to write more…May be?

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    So,just like that,in a blink of an eye,I completed 8 years of blogging.When I first started my blog,I was looking for a way to document  memories and feelings,as I was at a completely new place,where I didn’t have any friends, my husband was working long hours and basically the only life I had was my virtual life.I was on the brink of motherhood and all the lovely moms I met through the blog became my close circle. I could relate to them,picture their lives and kids.It was suddenly like I had friends everywhere. I immensely enjoyed blogging,documenting every little thing that Ms.A did,writing about random things  that annoyed or amused me.
    Blogging took a back seat after Ms.An was born and I started working part-time.Sometimes, it was due to lack of time and on others due to lack of energy or brain-space. I swear, if I lost my post-baby weight as easily as I lost my pre-baby brains, it would be a win-win 😀
    It was a good run all along..I have made heaps of friends, learned lots of things that I wouldn’t otherwise and I am happy that I started.I am trying get back to regular blogging, but sometimes life gets in the way and sometimes, laziness does. But, as I write this anniversary post, I just want to thank you all for reading, commenting or even just liking my posts. Your words and appreciation mean a lot to me.
    As always,I will end this post with a link to my very first post:
    My Very First Post
    Much Love,
    T

  • Wow!I can’t believe February is almost over.
    So in the last few days,I have turned a year older 🙂 I was going to write a Happy Birthday post to myself but was too busy having fun 😀
    Ms.An and I ,went out for coffee after dropping Ms.A .She loves going to the coffee shop with mumma,loves ordering a babycino. Her joy was even doubled when she saw my friend N and her baby M.
    11009851_771845576197340_2878127998940099453_nThis is what a coffee date with two kids looks like 😀
    After the coffee date with N,we went to my friend R’s house,where I got spoiled even more. My friend S had come over with the most delish Macadamia pie and surprised me with this
    10389697_771846026197295_4894239139384775760_nI L.O.V.E plants and had been eyeing this one for the longest time and showed a picture to S,a couple of days before my birthday and she got this for me.
    And then there was the wine and long stemmed roses and a watch from S. Another friend,J,walked into my work with my favourite Mocha and a potted plant.. I love it how I am thinking plants and gardens right now and my friends are so in tune with my thoughts.
    Two days after my birthday,we were going somewhere and I just put my hair up in a bun,very casually and a sudden realisation hit me that I am not worried about my looks anymore. I’d be lying if I said I am not vain anymore.I am..but I am just much more comfortable in my skin.I think I am finally growing up and turning into one of those women I admired 🙂
    I am still struggling with weight,but am consciously doing something to lose it.I have accepted it that all those years of neglect cannot be undone in one day..so,I am just working on  chipping away slowly… a few 100gms every week,a few cms every week..every little bit helps.
    In the week before my birthday,I got in touch with my school friends.I was in touch with some of them on facebook,you know in the random ‘like’ or comment on the photo kind of way,but this is a whatsapp group and its everyday chit-chat..morning to night and it is so much fun.I feel like a teenager again.  And SP has a younger, chirpier wife .
    Alright,I’ll stop here and hit the sack..more  soon.

  • I am trying something new- instead of flooding my Facebook timeline with random updates,I am just going to blog about it.
    So today I am blogging from the deck,while I watch Ms.An’s swimming lesson. I am so proud of her for taking to the water like a fish. She fell into the water,on the first day while waiting for turn at the island. The instructor got to her in 10 secs and she came up with a big grin saying Mummy she saved my life..and then she was back to being the monkey that she is .
    But, as I sit here watching her, I am missing my time with her in the pool. It could also be because of the mum& bub that’s running at the other end of the pool.
    The class is nearly finished and I am going to hit publish before she comes out 😊