It’s only 14 days into August, and I’m already asking myself, “Is this a month or a stamina test?” because it's been testing my limit so much lately.
I ended July on such a high, plans neatly lined up, excitement in my chest and really hopeful, but August? From day one, it has been flexing its muscles at me.
First, the rain. Not the cute rom-com kind of rain, oh no. The kind that pours like the heavens have no off-switch. It’s been falling almost every other day, messing up the internet, power supply, and even my movement. You know how it goes here, heavy rainfall means bye-bye electricity and adieu Wi-Fi. Productivity? Gone with the flood.
And just when I thought, Well, at least my health is fine, my two kids decided to fall sick, at the same time, yeah, you heard right, both of them, in the first week of the month. My husband? Out of town. Me? Still recovering from my own cold. If life were a drama series, this episode would be titled: “Survival: The Mummy Edition.”...
