My Superwoman

Our family has a housekeeper. She lives not far from our house. In addition to the task of cleaning the house, washing clothes, and ironing, She was also in charge of raising our youngest child. In essence, she was paid to alleviate my duties as a working mother. With her daily presence at our house, my job is greatly helped. I have so little time to rest without thinking about the messy house conditions. Going home to work, the house must be in a very tidy state. Children are in full condition and have bathed. So one day, the disaster arises.

That morning I was ready to go to the office. While holding my baby breakfast in a hurry. Usually, our housekeeper comes at 6.30 am. But this time it was 7:15 and there was no sign of it coming. I was getting restless, the baby in my sling had not been bathed and his face was dirty with food. The shirts I wore began to get stained. Finally, uncomfortable, the baby in my arms was crying loudly. Slowly I put him in his chair. Instead of silence, she cries even harder. I am very panic and hard to think because obviously, I will be very late to arrive at the office. By eight o’clock, she still had not arrived. I finally decided not to go to the office that day. I immediately changed my work clothes and immediately called my boss at the office. My employer graciously gave me permission.

After confident that I had to clean up the house without the maids that day, I started by bathing my baby. While singing, I started to gently rub his body. He loves to take a bath with his mother. After that, I tried to make him sleep by taking him to the front garden house using a stroller. Not long afterward, my wish came true. He fell asleep sweetly. Slowly I take him to his room and start the struggle. The whole house is in a mess. In my heart, I scolded myself why to let the kids play without clearing up last night. After cleaning up the children’s toys, I turned to my husband’s desk. Oh, God…. The table was a mess. The rest of the coffee last night was still on his desk. The papers of his work were scattered. I cuss in my heart. Why my husband does not want to tidy up his desk. While mopping the living room floor, my baby sounds crying. Ah seems to want to cry too. While carrying it I continued to clean the floor. I feel the pain in my back because of the heavy load I carry. Okay … I stop doing housework and decide to play with my baby.

He laughed happily playing with me. Until I did not realize, the time was showing at 11:00 noon. My other kids will be home from school at 12.30. oh my god … I have not cooked for lunch yet. I see the baby was already nervous because hungry. But how do I cook while carrying it? If I put it on his chair, he will scream. I started preparing the ingredients I would cook while carrying them. And that’s not an easy job. Ah, how my maid can do it all by herself?

The baby in my arms began to rebel while weeping. And finally, I decided to order food at a nearby restaurant. Yaahhh I give up. Children come home from school to eat. Ah, the relief…
Late in the afternoon, I had to struggle to bathe my baby as well as send my older son to take a bath. I think I’ve been yelling hundreds of times but he’s still in front of the television. While slightly angry, I turned off the television. My son was angry but eventually obeyed to bathe. I remember when I came home in the afternoon, the house was in a neat, clean and fragrant. The children are clean and full. I finally realized that there were many things I had to do.

As a working mother, I must be able to keep my work balance at home and at work. This is not a trivial matter. I need the help and support of the whole family. Children should start getting used to picking up their toys after playing. They should also have a schedule to observe for study, play and rest time. My husband must also begin to get used to being more presentable in all his work. One more thing, I decided to have time to cook before leaving for office. With all the events of the day, I wondered how noble my housekeeper was. She is a real superwoman. Without her, as good as me in my career, being nobody. Without her too, I am just a tired mother. hopefully, he will come back tomorrow because I want to thank the infinite.

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