Everyone has a dream of spending their precious holidays in Paris and Switzerland. I don’t have any dream which asks me to spend my time marvelously. Do you know what my desire is? I bet, you wouldn’t. I wish to sit on my couch with a mug of coffee in my hand for at least half an hour without any one yelling at me or pulling my hair.
My dear husband is the person to take off my frustration. Being a person who understands me to the core tries to console my every bit. My house which was as clean as a marble stone and was as silent as some temple is now a place of war. The players of the war game are me and my kid. My kid making me run all day round her let it be for wearing clothes, eating, drinking or just trying not to listen me. Me, who was career oriented once is now doesn’t know the spelling of career.
I sit in a corner, if in case I do get few seconds off my day, I ask myself, why do I cook, do my laundry, run all day in my messy bun, no nails done, no proper clothes, no cream on my face? All the questions sum up in one gesture. A sweet smile from my sweet daughter sums up all. I love her to core from the day she was handed over to me and the world seemed to end for me. Every single mess she creates is worth it and I don’t like my house clean any more. She has really converted me from a human to an animal but this animal version of me is really worth it and she calls me “mumma” and I am the only world to her.