Before I became a mum, I could get by without really talking to anyone if I chose it. Not that I was a loner, but I had that choice. I also worked full-time, so I could spend the entire day just communicating with people through emails without having to say a word. I should have savoured it then, and stored that silence somewhere to take it out in bits and pieces and salivate over it when needed.
Now that I'm a mum, everyone wants a piece of me. I need to smile and nod to acknowledge every funny thing my preschooler does, I have to clap at every little jump my baby successfully does, all while doing the dishes. I have to answer all kinds of random questions like "Mama, where did we stop in Fantastic Mr Fox? What page?" and "What are pom poms made of?" and hurdle over the safety gate each time I hear a bang or a plonk followed by a wail, all while I'm in the midst of cooking.
And does it stop with the kids? Pffft, no. When Max is back from work, I have to listen to him as he tells me about his day and ermigawd, I have to talk as well when all I want to do is to shove the kids in his face and hide in the laundry basket to take a nap.
Questions, answers, questions, answers, questions, answers.... it never ends. I am tired. So very tired.
But then, I remember the words of a super being. Sorry no, it's not God this time. More like, Spiderman (technically it was his uncle, no?).
And then I realise that yes, I may be head-throbbingly, leg-achingly, mind-numbingly oh-so-tired, and yes, I may want to just fall flat on my face and sleep right there for 8 hours straight, and yes, I may be less than a perfect mum because sometimes I lose my temper, but this is who I am. And if a higher being (this time, God, not Spidey) did not think that I was capable of it, He would not have tasked me with this.
So with that realization, I am recharged and once again full of energy and am once again ready to charge. Happy weekend folks, and hang in there mums, you are all doing a great job!
If you're wondering about the drawings: I've so been inspired by this mum. Her writing is hilarious and her drawings sometimes make me pee in my pants. But before you go all copycat-kiss-the-rat on me, you may like to read her FAQ page where she states that she 'is not the first ever human to draw pictures', and that she too was inspired by and accused of copying someone else.