After putting my child to sleep, I went to the living room to get a drink of water.

As soon as I got up, I noticed a milk-stained and powdered shirt draped over the chair next to the bed. Conveniently, I took the shirt out to wash it along with the batch of dirty clothes already in the laundry basket.

Once that was done, I noticed the pile of dishes that had not been washed yet, so I decided to wash them too.

Looking out onto the balcony, I saw that the clothes hanging on the drying rack seemed dry, so I brought them all in, folded them neatly, and put them away in the closet. As I walked past the stroller, I saw a water bottle, toys, and some miscellaneous items inside. Conveniently, I took everything out and organized it.

Taking the glᴀss of water into the kitchen, I noticed the baby bottle that my child had just finished. I went ahead and washed it thoroughly, all the while thinking about what to feed my child the next day. After placing the bottle in the sterilizer, I glanced at the living room and saw a mess of toys scattered on the floor, on the table, and on the chairs. Conveniently, I cleaned it all up as well.

Once everything was done, I returned to the bedroom and lay down on the bed. It was then that I remembered I hadn’t drunk any water, but I was too exhausted to get up and drink it.

I suddenly recalled the days before I got married and had children, when I was a free girl, staying out late and sleeping in until noon. Now, many of my friends are still living that carefree life, while it seems like I’m the only one stuck because now I am the mother of a child.