I never thought that I would end up this way. I have a lot of free time when I reached forty. I spent the last nth years working and taking care of kids that I never have time even to comb my hair. Okay this is an exaggeration but I just want to let you see how busy I was.
My day always starts at 4:30 a.m. Yes, that is in the morning. Dawn. Even before the sun is up, to prepare breakfast for my school-age kids. Boil water for coffee–check, cook for breakfast–check, cook for lunch, iron their uniform–check , wake the kids up–check, make sure they’ve eaten–check, make sure they’re lunch is in their bags–check, make sure their assignments and home works are in their bags–check, make sure they’ve button up their uniform right–check and make sure that they went out to the right door, meaning they did not went back to their bedroom and I am done. All of these before the clock hit six o’ clock or they’ll be late.
I know, you may say, “Why can’t you iron their uniform on weekends?” They like to dress in warm clothes. Anyone does if you are awake at 4:30 and head out for school before 6:00 a.m.
By nine, I need to be at work and head back home by six or the kids go to bed hungry.
Between nine to five, of course, is working, planning and struggling to finish all I need to do.
Fast forward to present, my eldest is already in college. I still wake up at 4:30 and do the same things but this time, life is a little easier. First, the two kids are already in high school; checking on their things and schoolwork are already their business. They still go out early and we are still tired at the end of the day but somehow I no longer feel stressed.
Now, I have lots of free time in my hand. Two hours every morning, to be exact. I am still thinking of ways to be productive. So far, I am still enjoying it until I can come of ways to keep me busy.