All is well and so far life is good but lately I feel stressed. I am not really sure if these feelings are valid because I think there are so many reasons to be grateful. Not sure but maybe the daily routine at home. For almost two years it seemed like my world stopped and only evolved in the corners of our house and raising Caleb. Doing household chores endlessly while taking care of my son. That feeling of being idle and solely depending on my husband financially is stressing me out! The urge to go back at the corporate kept on lingering in my mind but then the REALITY I CAN'T!
Now that the world is dangerous, how can't I leave him in someone's care especially when he is almost in terrible TWO? The energy and naughtiness that even my Mom could sometimes almost lose my patience. I felt trapped!
However, it feels like I was so ungrateful because I know many wanted to be in my shoes. Staying at home to personally take care of their child is a privilege. My husband works hard and always ensures our needs and we are living comfortably. I badly wanted to shake off these emotions so yesterday I decided to go out with my son.
I didn't bring my son's stroller and let him walk instead so he could have some freedom and enjoy it.
Look how excited he was but unfortunately this brand of shawarma isn't available.
I was thinking of eating shawarma and maybe a cold fruit shake. I know a food stall selling here in the neighborhood .
They recommended another one and since I had no other choice I said yes.
After placing our order we sat down at the table. Caleb kept on pointing at the CCTV 🤣. Maybe he thought his Daddy could connect there and talk. It was because we installed at home and oftentimes my husband would connect and have conversations with him. He was even used to showing anything on the camera, either his toys, food or even when he accidentally fell down.
One of the reasons why I prefer bringing him out even though it's tiring on my part. Seeing his happy face is enough to boost my energy.
After a few minutes our food was served and this time I am the one who is asking to have a bite and sipped 🤣.
See how he holds our food like he was the one who paid for it 🤣.
At the end I am still the one who finished all the food.
It was past six in the evening and I decided to go home. Husband's home town was safe but the oldies are still in the traditional way of raising kids. Many might reprimand me while walking home as it was twilight yet my son was still outside.
Did I feel better now? Not that much and planning to go out maybe malling for a change of ambiance. Well, I realized more than a month since husband went back abroad and also means I been staying all along at home.
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