sofa mom

The crayolas are asleep, there are dishes unwashed in the sink and I have an hour before they wake up.

I've spent the past 2 weeks at home fulfilling the function which is Grace without the crabbiness encumbent with coming back from the workplace everyday. I pictured myself actualising life with 30 minutes of cardio everyday, going to yoga and baking classes in between day time television while the crayolas were off at daycare. None of that actualised really. I went for one trial session of Hatha at True Yoga and didn't like it. After that, the nightmare ensued. The sales consultant kept calling and I had to alternate between ignoring his calls and blowing him away politely. Truth is, I make a really bad yoga mom. The only yoga pose which i like doing is the one I do at home called 'the tv recline' with a bag of chips, watching all 27 episodes of the last season of Grey's Anatomy.

What troubled me was this. Being at home, really feels like better mothering. I mean, just being there at all times whenever they need you. The simple act of gathering and preparing each morsel of food which enters their tiny mouths and feeding them with the methodical care of a mommy bird who brings worms for her little ones. There is nothing quite like the satisfaction of watching them open their mouths for more.

I thought I'd tire of it. The thing is, as my leave ends in 3 days, I too want more. The house is dirtier. The clothes are not ironed but I will really miss this.