Dumpling night

It was one of those nights we were too lazy to make dinner, so I just boiled some frozen dumplings to share. Just as I felt guilty about being too tired to make dinner on weekends, Isabella whispered, “Mom, I wish I never grow up too quickly so I can have dinner with you like this always,” she whispered in my ears.

“I wish the same”, I whispered back, my eyes welled up.

There are some days I doubt my capability to conceive again or to give Isabella a sibling so that she would not be lonely in future, but moments like that make me feel that God has given me what is best for me❤️
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Bottleneck

Piling dishes uncollected laundry

A meltdown child

A friend came by

All at the same time

My head is spinning

I had only a little time

but so much to do

With the sanity that is left

I ran to the garden for solace

if there is any

Mommmmm

A shout that broke

the remaining peace that I got

My cup is emptying and breaking

I have nothing more to give

I am exhausted

I am breaking

I am barely breathing 

The night is quiet

My heart is still a chaos

The night is young

As long as I don’t sleep