Days Without The Dad

My husband is currently away. He has gone overseas for 3.5 weeks and I am left to fend for myself and the 2 boys during this time. I have been extremely busy playing mum and dad during this period.

I used to lament about how being a stay at home mum means a 24/7 job but the truth is, with the dad around, it was never really 24/7.

You see, the kids love playing with their dad and as soon as the dad comes home from work, my job is pretty much done for the day.

The dad takes over the kids, I cook, we eat, they wash the dishes while I sneak off for a quick swim, a short jog or just simply slack off.

My husband is good at playing with the kids and he is good at disciplining them.

With the dad away, my day is stretched till the kids are in bed and this usually happen at about 10 on most nights and usually later on weekends.

I am busiest in the morning. It is like most days when the husband is at work. I wake up, make breakfast, go through school work with my elder boy. Then I cook lunch, the kids play. We eat, wash up, pack up and I drive the kids to school.

2 days out of the week, I will lug both boys to do grocery shopping, one day for fish and meat, another day for everything organic. I wish I can do everything together but the fact is, I can’t . The fish is over priced in one place and the vegetable is not fresh in the other. I am fussy this way. Then every 2 weeks or so I will bring the kids to the library. All these, I do on weekdays because I dislike the crowd during weekends.

Things are a lot more relax in the afternoon after my elder boy goes to school. I get to spend more time with the little one. We play, read books, get our hands dirty doing crafts. Then he gets tired, takes his afternoon nap while I try to squeeze out a blog post or two even when I am totally uninspired.

I usually end up distracted by newsfeeds and gossips on Facebook or just surfing aimlessly on the internet. After an hour or two, the kid wake up and  by then my energy would have been totally zapped doing frivolous unimportant things.

I ended up being edgy and short fused and the rest of the evening usually go downhill. The dad would come home and save everyone from the agony.

With the dad away, I have less time for inane indulgence and instead I have been taking a little better care of myself.

I have been going for long walks along the beach while the little one naps in the jogger. I love the tranquility and I enjoy being with myself.

I have been putting great effort to tweak my diet.

I went on a diet that is high in carbo to one that is mainly fibre. I eat a lot more fruits and vege, lots of wholegrain, cut down on caffeine and avoid sugar. As a result  I feel less sluggish, more energized and I sleep better.

It has been 2 weeks and I have to admit that there have been days when the kids absolutely drive me crazy and there are nights when I feel totally exhausted and lonely.

Then there are days when I feel  absolutely happy and contented. Being a mother is like the best thing that I have ever done.

This is us at the beach, trying to catch hermit crab with a disposable cup.

The dad will be thrilled to join us.

8 more days to go and we are counting down.




One comment

  1. June says:

    I often ding-dong between feeling contented and happy mum, and tired and grumpy mum too. But I think you’re doing the best you can, and that’s all that matters to the little ones. I hope the 8 more days pass by quickly for you. Take care 🙂

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