Today I had a quiet lunch before I set off for work in the afternoon.
Having the chance to sleep in later, to walk around the market at leisure, to sit down and quietly enjoy my hipster cafe lunch.
It felt like I had my old life back. And it felt strangely empty.
A mama walked into the cafe with her toddler in a Tula, and sat 2 tables away from me. I watched their interaction and it made me smile and feel an ache deep inside my heart.
A glimpse of my life not too ago.
I missed my Little Foot sorely (she went to her childcare preschool as usual). Her demands, her constant “why?”, even her tantrums which disrupts my meals a lot.
I really missed her presence at this meal.
And tonight, she will reach home to find biscuits and the papaya I just bought for her. And no mummy. And she will wait in vain until her eyelids are too heavy. Only Papa will be around.
For the umpteenth time, I wondered what I had gotten myself into, this job that takes me away from her more and more.
And I have no answer… really.