She woke up before her alarm beeping…as usual. It was 4:30 in the morning and it is still dark outside.
Quietly she moved that little feet that pushed her back before she got out of bed. Splashed some water on her tired face she then proceed downstairs…creeping slowly.
Make herself one of those yucky instant coffee because she cannot afford a real coffee maker – plus she can’t find her beloved liquid creamer in store.
She then sat by her computer desk. Boot up the old-quickly-overheated-then-shut-down-by-itself-laptop to play her morning tunes.
She reached for her bible then started her ritual.
By 5 she took a shower, made a second cup of instant coffee. Creep back upstairs, turned the reading lamp down low just so she can see in the darkness. Picked a shirt and short for the boy to wear to school, picked what to wear to work.
Got his little backpack ready. Checked his Parents Communication book to make sure she doesn’t miss a thing. Got his snack packed.
She then prepped herself up for work.
By 6 she’s on the road…with her faithful father driving her to work way earlier than most of her colleagues. She usually got to work at 6:30 – depends on the traffic – usually before 7.
Her office would still be dark, the cleaning service kid swiping the floor and greeted her “Good morning, Mbak.” She unlocks the door with the sign “Authorized Person Only”. She’ll turn her computer up, sending out text messages to her boss, reminding him of his appointments of the day.
Due to time differences, she usually already has gotten some emails waiting on her inbox.
People to fly, tickets and hotels to book, designated drivers to pick up the managers, documents to scanned, documents to file, travel related invoices that needs to be work on, these are just tiny frictions of her daily routines now.
It may not sounds much but there is always something.
Usually she tries to leave work on time by 4 just so she can have some times to spend with the boy waiting at home. But sometimes that’s not the case and she had to stay longer and then she’ll be at the mercy of traffic.
With her son in school, he goes to bed at 8pm and she will be lucky if she can get home by 6 just to spend 2 hours of cuddle times. So it breaks her heart when her son prefers the nanny…
After spending a whole day glued to her computer at work, she comes home exhausted. Her eyes tired and heavy. Oh she still gets online and tweeted when she can but to sit down and enjoy reading the blogs she love has become a luxury she can’t afford lately.
She had stopped checking her blog’s status. What’s a google analytics again?
When she’s not working Saturday, she will spend the day being a full mommy and send the nanny home. Nanny goes home every weekend anyway but usually on Sunday when she have to work Saturday.
She is exhausted…
She tries to enjoy life again by hanging out with friends when she can but she then feels guilty for not spending that time with her boy.
She barely has time to just sit and stop to think anymore. She’s like a machine that have to make money to make ends meet and trying so hard to be there for her son.
Clearly 24 hours a day is not enough in her life.
She started to drop a thing or two because her hands simply cannot possibly juggle it all. Blogging had sadly slipped away from her fingers. She feels like a stranger in Twitterville because she can’t follow some of the conversations, she had lost track of the blogging trends. She feels like a stranger standing amongst other parents in her son’s school. She feels like a bad parent when she can’t come to every single school’s events. Her DSLR camera is now just sitting collecting dust while she can only manage to take pictures with her cell phone.
She is overwhelmed…
She may not be hopping around the blogsphere much but she surely misses it and thanking everyone who stick by her even when Twitter has become her way to stay connected.