– I’m tired, it is hard for me.
– Well, you do nothing, just watching over the baby! – I heard once from one of my friends in response to my complaints.
Well, he is right in some way – I don’t have to wake up early 5 times a week and rush to the other side of Moscow in a metro carriage packed like a box of sardines. To sit in a traffic jam listening to those iPod tracks over and over again. I don’t have to deal with office tasks and follow management orders. I stay at home and yes, I do nothing! What a pleasure!
Maybe I’m just tired from boredom and swampy nothingness. I’m having a parental leave.
My days all look the same, like twin brothers and sisters. I get to know the fact that a weekend has started from seeing my husband in a daytime and not only at waking up and going back to sleep in the evening.