Haaaay. Tough days. I wish Pops is here. Taking care of two kids isn’t easy.

My day now starts with checking that the baby is happy (read: sleeping) . Then I give big bro his medicine. Help him eat and then bathe.  While he’s happily splashing water in the bath, I prepare his snacks for school and hurriedly eat breakfast.  I then get  big bro out of the bath.  Give him to Ate to help him in his school attire (if Ate is late, I help him myself). Clean bottles. Nurse the baby.  Give the little one a bath. Get her to sleep. Fix clothes. Nurse the baby. Take a bath (if there’s time). Before long, it will be noontime and then big bro gets home so I now clean and help him get  into house clothes. Give the big bro his lunch. Nurse the baby. Check if there are school assignments; if there is, coax, bribe, threaten the big bro to do his assignment.  I’m already dizzy. Oh life! Can you understand why I’m already screaming (although it does not justify my doing so)?

I really look up to mothers who have to take  care of more than two kids. They must be superwomen for having the energy, patience, dedication, etc… to be able to do all the responsibilities. I wonder how they do it.