Dear Mutants (a.k.a. Hobbits, Rugrats, Minions),
I am so exhausted.
I am beyond tired.
Every single day, I wake up at 7:00 a.m. (8:00 a.m. at the latest) to your cry, scream, and squeal.
They’re very annoying.
Every day, I wish for an extra 10 minutes of sleeping time especially during those mornings that I slept at 3:00 a.m. because I was doing the laundry. The wee hours of the morning — midnight to 2:30 a.m. — are the best time to work on those dirty, messy clothes because you’re all asleep.
I don’t have a day off.
I have hours off though but even during those hours, I still think of you. You don’t really leave my mind.
For example, Daddy gave me shopping money to buy things for myself. I came home with bags full of things I bought for you. I didn’t even realize it until Daddy pointed it out.
Mornings are the hardest for me. Because I’m not a morning person. I can stay up all night but the mornings, between 6:00 a.m. to 11:00 a.m., is my period of slumber. So feeding you, giving you shower/bath, getting you dressed, and teaching you your lessons between 6:00 and 11:00 a.m. are the hardest tasks I face on a daily basis.
I’m not patient.
You know that by now.
I have a temper especially when you open the fridge and you take out 24 eggs and dump them on your bed. Nicholas and Antoinette, take note that you did this on the night of May 30, Memorial Day. Yuck!
I’ve dealt with hyperactive, mischievous, and obnoxious children in the last two decades that I’ve served and volunteered as a teacher but none prepared me for a pairing like you, Nick and Toni. You are so the same and yet so different. I like and dislike you in one breath. I hate you sometimes especially when you the yucky things happen (refer to the egg fiasco above).
And JJ… oh you little bundle of chubbiness and sunshine. You are such an easy baby. You only cry when you’re sleepy and hungry but when you cry, oh my… it’s deafening. Those lungs are really working. You eat like crazy and you eat every hours, it’s so difficult to find time to take a shower or fix a meal for myself.
Living here in the US with no family members to help me out in raising the three of you is exhausting. I don’t know how I’m doing it. I guess, I just wake up everyday telling myself that I am your mother and I have the inherent responsibility to take care of you.
Nicholas and Antoinette, you are turning three years old in a month.
JJ, you will be a year old in four months time.
I remember how it felt when you were inside me. Being pregnant with you gave me the weirdest, trickiest, hardest emotions; a hodgepodge of feelings that reduced me to tears most of the time.
I waited for you and here you are….
You can be hyperactive.
Obnoxious.
Mischievous.
Often times, I am exhausted.
Annoyed.
Tired.
But…
I love you, my rugrats.
Nanay loves you.
You are my mutants, my hobbits, my rugrats, my minions.
I will always love you.
