When’s the next post?! Are we getting a bonus post tonight? Those are the questions I hear most in my life as a blogger and writer. But, these questions fail in comparison to the repetitive, highly annoying questions which come with mothering preschoolers and toddlers! And when the world basks in the entertainment of every chapter I write purely for their entertainment, I shut my laptop, switch off my smartphone, and attend to my own story.
Motherhood is much the same all over ladies, though we assume, looking from the outside in that others have it easier, or that their experiences are far more glamorous! But while I sit writing the next part of an incredible love story, I am swamped with multiple requests myself.
Aah, here we go. My fingers glide smoothly over the keyboard… man, I’m really getting into it now… It’s coming together so- “Mommy!” “Yes Rayyaan, what is it?” “I’m finished! Come wipe me!” Dutifully, I go and wash my son’s butt, holding my nose in the process, and quickly return to my laptop before I lose the inspiration. Okay… and then- “Eeh, eeeeeh!” My baby slaps my arm firmly, pointing to his dirty Pamper, as an overpowering gust of an odour wafts up to my nose, even smellier than the one emanating from his brother’s excrement. Here we go again. Pretty much, my life revolves around cleaning up crap, literally, as does any mother’s with young children. This, coupled with being a stay at home wife, can be a tough job. But Alhamdulillah, it is a rewarding one, both emotionally and spiritually.
It was after Fajr time, and the two were still sound asleep, and as sleep still beckoned for me, I refused to get some more shut-eye. I mean, my kids were fast asleep, it was a golden opportunity to do something productive uninterrupted, right? A whole two hours flew by, with me still browsing through my Facebook news feed reading up on the most random, yet somehow amusing things. I mean, I watched a video of a cat walking on its hind legs… 4 times over. It was so stupid yet so fascinating. Who does that! And then I read a groundbreaking article on a woman who, while pushing her baby out of the birthing canal, literally, giving birth, had a sexual climax as the baby passed through her. How disturbing yet utterly interesting!
And then, two hours later as I attempt to make my own breakfast, and get some work done, I hear a muffled cry. Oh, snap! I did it again… procrastinated the morning away when it should have been a productive day. While my older son goes to school, saving me somewhat from all the why questions, I am left to entertain the baby. I try to sit him down in front of some educational toys which he has zero interest in, pushes aside, and grabs my phone. He then unlocks it with a smooth swipe, and presses the YouTube icon and starts watching nursery rhymes. Babies of today, I tell you. But, it does the trick in helping me keep him occupied while lunch gets seen to.
And voila, about 3 hours later, due to my little son interrupting me with every known request on the planet, spaghetti bologna is ready, just in time for the big boy and his father to arrive home at lunch time. Then it’s a quick hustle to feed everyone, sometimes unsuccessfully, as somehow the kids always prefer some food made last week Tuesday, which they didn’t want then mind you. And finally, a little bit of a breather as the two doze off for an afternoon nap. I quickly bake some cupcakes as requested, and try once more to complete my writing for the day, which I almost do before realising the time! And oh snap! What to do for dinner? Trying to figure out what to cook is like solving a rubix cube. But the husband comes to my aid and messages me not to cook, he is bringing dinner home.
And while I take some time out, to settle with the book I’ve been battling to complete, a little person comes up behind me, showing me his empty bottle. Darn, break time is over. I get up to prepare his bottle and lay him in my lap, whispering sweet nothings into his little ears which earns me a few delightful giggles. And that sound makes it all worth while. After dinner, it’s wash up, it’s bath time, then some more play time, and then bedtime, which could take anywhere between 45 minutes to 2 hours. I’m not sure how much time has passed before I realise that I fell asleep in between them in their bed! I get back up, to the bathroom, have a quick shower and pray, and finish my writing for the day before settling into bed with the hubby. I check a million things off a to do list mentally as I switch off the lights. My energy is completely depleted, but my heart is full. Tomorrow is another crazy day.
Nabeela Noorani is the mother to two little boys, Fiction Author of the novel – Six Broken Hearts and founder/blogger over at Tales of the Sisterhood, a blog bearing fictional stories and real-life recollections of issues affecting Muslim women worldwide.