We're flying back tomorrow. I'll be leaving my parents behind yet again to get back to my monotonous routine. Wake up early, get the kids ready for school, drop them off, come back and enjoy a relaxing cup of tea, force myself to exercise, shower and head back to pick the kids up. Feeding, bathing, ensuring they get their homework done, sending them out to play and then bedtime after a quick dinner. It's like my days are set and every morning the same tape starts all over again.
I'm not complaining but after a few months I crave a break. A small mini 10 day vacay that helps me relax and unwind. Forget my responsibilities and just let loose.
My husband and I chose to travel to Europe this time around. We dropped the kids off at my parents and ran as fast as we could. The problem with being a mom is that even when you're away, you're constantly thinking about your children and in my case my parents too. My two angels are absolute monsters - while my parents are patient loving grandparents.
This post isn't about my trip. It's about the end of my trip.. Am I ready to go back to Karachi? Am I ready to start my routine all over again. Honestly, I'm conflicted. It's a bitter sweet experience. Where I do enjoy routine, I miss my parents. No matter how old we get, we never stop wanting to be around them.
I know the feeling will subside a few days into it.. I'll start focusing on myself again.
Work towards my weight loss goals.. Can't wait to go back to school again and learn more about the human mind..
Life is such a beautiful mess. People, in my opinion, are usually conflicted but have the power and strength to cope and move on. That's what I'll do.
Till we meet again..
XOXO
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