Today I officially become a 'mother'. Or, more appropriately, a homeboy. Or a nanny. Or a maid.
The first moment of blinking eyes today wasn't so sweet as before. Before my mom went rushing to school (she's a teacher), she presumptuously made me awake, of course in a non-romantic way. She left a couple of red notes on the coffee table, hoping that I would do the groceries today.
And as she expected, yes I did. And as soon as I was fully segregated from my neverland, I had some breakfast and hurried to purchase those foodstuffs. It was pretty quick with some help from my school-skipping sister. Yes she knows better about those raw stuffs.
Then it was showtime. I was asked to make lunch, which is, I must say, a regular routine. I'm quite handy when it comes to cooking. Kudos to my mom whose been training me since I was in her womb. Lunch was done, then it was time to enjoy. Do you know that a cook (even your mom) will be very satisfied, warm and happy if all the food is savoured, and finished? Now I know how my mom felt when we play with food, or missed dinner.
Then it was time to clean the house. Which up to my disbelief that we've lived so well in our unhygienic household. My sis and I really worked our ass off.
Within the moment, my mom reached home. Exhausted. So she asked me to make dinner. There was some squids in the fridge and she asked me to stir-fry it. Aye mem! Tonight my relatives are supposed to show up so I had to make extra food.
As dinner was done, its time to dispose the garbage. Which is also a routine.
Since I quited my job, my former days at home was no different to any other days. It was boring and lame, and being a 'mom' is unamusing yet super-tiring. Sometimes I missed my days occupied with eager students shooting questions at me, which I would gladly answer them.
Maybe I should wait for tomorrow, unexpected tomorrow to shine on me. Please, I need just some wonderful days to keep up with this holiday, when everyone else is having all the fun they could enjoy.
But looking at the bright side, this might be the moment that I contribute a little help to my brooding family ( there are 8 people in my 'nuclear' family) before I leave them forever. Like, 4 years is like forever. And forever is a very long time.
I'm embracing this 'mom' job. Maybe being a mom isn't so bad anyway. Considering that most mothers nowadays are multitasking, holding 2 careers at the same time, I cannot deny their willpower. Salute to all mothers of the world. And fathers of the world, please be merciful to your wives, who have given you everything to live with you. To bear this whole life with someone like you.
And salute to myself for being able to completely run this unpaid job, even in a short time. Cheers. =)
