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When I was still single and living with my Dad, things were quite simple, if not easy. We were a working family and as the only girl left in the house, technically I was also the home manager. I like it because I had full control of managing the house, except for cooking because that’s definitely my father’s forte. I did the budgeting and the house work according to my moods because that’s what worked well with me. I buy the groceries if I feel like going to the mall. And if I’m too lazy to do the laundry, I would send it to the laundromat (Filipino version of laundromat, that is). It was easy because we are all adults in the house and we have our own responsibilities. Things are balanced.
When DK and I decided to have a family, I thought it would be just as easy. But the baby came as soon as we have expected and everything was thrown into chaos. There are so many things to do. So many things to learn. And I have to be responsible for someone else. Someone so fragile and precious. I was off balance.
It’s a good thing I was staying at home. I made a lot of preparation. I read. I asked for advice. I learned. And still learning. I realized that it’s not about me anymore. I have to go around and fix things according to this little girl that I carried in my womb for nine months. She is so small and yet she have this full control of our lives. We are captivated. Hook, line and sinker.
Being a parent is a full time job. We don’t have day offs. We go out as a family. We have fun as a family. I can count the number of times I went out alone to meet with my friends. One last year and one this year. Not because I don’t want to hang out with them. It just so happen that my priorities changed. I have to make sure that my little girl will be left with trusted hands before I go mingle. If you will ask me what is my schedule like, I would answer: “It depends.” Because clearly if you are a mother, especially a stay at home one, your whole world revolves around that precious little person.