“Amma, you are making English muffins for breakfast tomorrow, right?” the first offspring reminds me. This is the fourth time I have received a reminder around what to make for breakfast for tomorrow. Ayoo kadavule, I want to pull my hair out. Truth be told, it’s not the children that I am frustrated with. Poor thing, food is probably the only thing that they come to me for. Some TV time in the evening and interesting food to thrill their taste buds. Not a tall order given that they are pretty much on their own all day everyday.
The real reason I want to pull my hair out is because work emails wouldn’t stop flowing. One email after the other, it simply is endless and all consuming. Everyday I wonder, is it me? Am I being inefficient? Am I not drawing boundaries?
I tell myself, I will do better tomorrow. I will get more efficient. I will compartmentalize. I will stick to a routine that balances work and life.