Translated…
After each and every one of us, the group of friends all got married, when we’d had gatherings of sorts, there would always be those who couldn’t make it; for instance, last month, because C’s children’s school had a sports thing, and she’d needed to be there, or maybe, although, it’s the weekends, L had needed to head back with her husband to visit her ill mother-in-law. It seemed, as though after every one of us married, we’d been living, in this second world, and that world gave us our second identities—as someone’s wife.
not my photo…
My friend, Nana said, after she got married, it’s, as if she’d gotten to work in a whole new field, early in the morn, she’d made the kids breakfasts, reminded them not to be late to school, after school, she’d picked them up, cook suppers for her whole family, watch over the kids as they’d completed their homework assignments, and made sure they took their baths, and pick up after her husbands; and sometimes, after the family is already asleep, she’d still needed to patch up the clothes, sweep, mop up the floors, clean up the fridge, and make plans for grocery shopping on the weekends………as Nana told, we’d all felt the same.
“If we’re stay-at-home wives, that would be okay, but no, we’d also work our separate nine-to-fives outside the home.” My friend hollered out. All of a sudden, I got that feel, that the conversations are about to, drift to me, after all, I’m a work-at-home SOHO, compared to those who worked away from home, I’d had that bit much more freedom than the rest. I’d told everybody, that working at home isn’t as good as I’d imagined it to be, because “being at home”, so, the family would often believe, that I should, I’m supposed to, do things, and that I’d had the time, to take care of everything, actually I’d not, had a single moment to myself at all!
doesn’t this look yummy???
It’s also because of how hurried I’d lived my life, I’d especially enjoyed the times of quiet I got to myself, which helps with my keeping my emotions in check. I’d told my friend this idea of mine, they’d all agreed, and, a few days later, I saw that they’d posted photos of them, having afternoon tea together, it was, a very filling dessert session, and the words told that eating sweets can trick the brains into believing that it’s in love, that they were, enjoying, this hard-to-come-by kind of happiness.
I thought, it’s not, exactly what I’d suggested them do at all! But, what the hell, everybody has her/his own ways to enjoy life, I’d prefer to meditate in silence, and, knowing how to get these fragmented moments that you can allow yourselves to slow down is very important to one’s wellbeing.
So, ladies, there’s NOTHING wrong, with treating yourselves to something nice, besides, if you don’t treat yourselves well, then, nobody will, after all, we must, look out for ourselves first, before we can have the spare energies, to care for everybody else, and that, is what this group of women are doing, in their get-togethers, and, just because we women are stay-at-home mothers or housewives, that still doesn’t mean that we’re NOT contributing!
