Yesterday morning, my best friend, RB, and I went Divisoria shopping. With only a couple hours of sleep, I dragged myself up for a quick shower before meeting her across the street before 9 AM.
Since we have planned tasks to do separately, we took a Grab car on our way to Lucky Chinatown in Binondo. It was actually my first time to go to Divisoria via that route. Truth to be told, in all of my 12+ years of living in the big metro, I’ve only been to Divisoria for about 10 times or less. No kidding!
Before I got pregnant, I used to celebrate my birthday partying with friends. We would be drinking until the wee hours in the morning and nurse a hangover the next day. Chill during day time, then back to partying the next night. Nowadays, I celebrate birthdays in a totally different way. I guess I am really getting older now.
So I turned another year older. I don’t feel any different. I am still the stressed out momma in need of a very long vacation. Haha!
In the midst of juggling all the million little things that we’ve set to accomplish, where do we leave ourselves? Do we have time to dedicate just for us, moms? Do we give ourselves a few minutes to just breathe and smell the roses, so to speak? To listen to our own thoughts and not thinking about the list of to-do things that we have yet to tick off the list?
Why are we in a hurry?