The 5am biological clock went off but even after prayers and forcing myself to sleep, I found myself wide awake.
So I made lunch and dinner. This is something I normally do before 9am – just so I can have the day free and since I’m big one one pot meals, this works well.
The leftover lambstew was brewing with something else for the non-LBTLers. I’m an up-cycler in the kitchen. And I decided for eggs and beansprouts for me. Boiled eggs go great with the leftover lambstew because it quickly turns into gravy. Unfortunately the store was out of beansprouts so I sauteed mushrooms and a tomato instead.
Since I had eggs allocated for the rest of the day, this is what breakfast looked like:
Ah. Energy, much- with honey drizzle and coffee. In fact, it was two cups because I had not realised the milk had turned, *gag*, so the husband made me another mug.
But this was not long after trying to list down the bajillion things causing mayhem in my mind.
Deadlines, a new project, pending tasks, the never ending beading ideas, all of which I enjoy, over and above home-edding. And then the backlog of emails that I don’t enjoy 😦
I tried to catch some shut-eye while the kettle was boiling, but my to-do list was running hurdles in my brain. At least my brain cells aren’t lonely. And by 6.30am some of the house began stirring and the sun turned full yolk, so I took the opportunity to snap pictures of those bookmarks I had made yesterday and read through the latest book project. Some other voluntary work requests were coming through my phone.
I love what I do, but it can be so overwhelming, especially with our decision to home-ed. But as hectic as it is, working from home *and* home-educating are luxuries in leaps and bounds. I can’t imagine doing it any other way, and I always pray that these luxuries are keepers. We may have dwindled down to bare-necessities, sans the *materialistic* luxuries and choices that have inevitably have raised eyebrows in a world where the slight obsession with consumerism is the norm. But that in itself is *the* luxury that we live.
Families in poverty don’t get to “wait-it-out” at home. What’s the internet to mothers in East Africa? How many jobs does a man have to hold down to feed his family and elderly family where there is barely economic sustenance? What is getting up early, or late (for that matter), mean to the children of Syria?
And even this lunch cum dinner probably cost 50p, how many families in poverty can actually afford this.
It’s just mushrooms and eggs (and a tomato and onion), but it’s not openly available to every single person in the world – especially those living in rural areas that don’t have stores – or buses to get there. We take the bus to our store, stock the trolley, and an hour later, (because we don’t have a car), the groceries are at our door).
Real poverty doesn’t come with fringe benefits like this.
And, of course, my kids had extra food as well.
They did their *schoolwork* leisurely (a luxury) in the morning, and after lunch, we trotted off to the park (another luxury) – clean air, clean grass, getting to make new friends, while I sat on the grass with a manuscript I am working on – *major luxury*
And we whiled away a good portion of the day. Life may be simple, work may be crazy in seasons, the kids may seem really testy (but arguable, they’re better today because I’ve adjusted to the GBP1 challenge and not so h-angry today. Actually, I’m not at all h-angry today, alhamdulillah again). And that’s humbling as well. I’ve managed to adjust slightly, but also because I have luxuries to fall back upon. I don’t have to worry about so many things over and beyond the bajillion stuff that haunt me daily.
Like my deadline tonight. And some other email backlog. And this other request. And the volunteer work. And the fact that the 7yo found enthusiasm in Geography that he completed his year’s worth of curriculumn in 3 months and now is badgering me to move on to the next level.
But, back to the challenge to at least create awareness of global poverty, alhamdulillah, I feel comfortable within the budget today. I pray that all the sponsorship will feed those in need.
If you would still like to sponsor me, but not sure how – here is the link.
And if you’re interested in beaded jewellery, here is my store. All proceeds go towards supporting a family of seven, living in excitable mayhem and delirious chaos, every single day.