Yesterday was one of those god-awful crappy days where I question my decision to be a stay-at-home mum with precious little income.
At times, I feel like I’m in school all over again, trying to stretch RM50 for 30 days and even resorting to things like digging out coins to buy lunch. Then with Eva whining and crying in the MRT and bus, people staring at me like I’m torturing her (why can’t I say that it’s actually the other way around?), I was seriously reaching my limit.
Then I took a look at this picture; just before that, Nil gently reminded me about the decision we made as a family unit. The picture made it even clearer.
I’m doing this for her. WE are doing this for her.
The budget cuts, the lack of expensive meals, the “diets”, the “thinking of new ways to cut cost”, the constant worrying about money, the lack of social independence, the change in our lifestyles…we are doing it for someone else and not just anyone but OUR little one.
Suddenly, everything looked right again.