juggling act

Finally, the pics are up!
I get harassed everyday for photos!
But sweet Marco looks lovely, no?
He's like this delicate sweet angel... that can suddenly morph into a strong, fierce crying machine when hungry.

This week, I've ventured out of the house a few times.
Half of Monday, a couple hours today, and for a quick breather in the last 2 nites.
I miss Marco terribly when I'm out.
But when I'm home, I sometimes get so tired of carrying him, coaxing him.

Also, once out, I find myself thinking strange stuff.
Like if i see other women, I'll wonder if they are mothers too.
Like today. I was in the CBD and saw floods of working women scurrying around during lunch-time.
And I kept looking at them wondering if they have kids to tend to after work.
And how they juggle this frentic pace and tough balancing act.
It's easy for the single, young and fancy-free to climb up the corporate ladder, but how does a busy mother do it?

How can she be at work and not miss her children?
How can she be putting her best at work when her real priority is wailing and needing her at home?
How does she live with the fact that she may be missing the best part of her child's short childhood?
How does she avoid under-performing at work, what with the distractions and tension of motherhood?
How does she live with the guilt + pressure?

Something's gotta give.
I guess I will know very soon.

Looking at Marco, I know my life has changed forever.
He works up the strangest & strongest emotions in me.
Love, fear, pride, joy, faith, contentment, motivation, determination, hope.
And he's insanely handsome!