At home, I always have \u201cdecafe\u201d coffee.
\nNo. Not because I\u2019m some exceptional health nut or turn my nose up at regular coffee.
\nI keep it because sometimes I need a cup\u2026 at 7 p.m.
\nAnd if I \u201csin\u201d with regular coffee that late,
\nI risk not falling asleep in 3\u20132\u20131.
\nBy the time my head finally reaches the well-deserved pillow, it would be too late.<\/p>\n
Honestly, I don\u2019t even care what kind of coffee is in the cup.
\nI reward myself.
\nFive minutes to drink my coffee.
\nBecause I feel like I\u2019ve done an enormous amount of work.
\nI cooked.
\nI vacuumed.
\nI washed.
\nI laundered.
\nI dried\u2026<\/p>\n
For a moment, I think: how did I even survive all this?
\nMeanwhile, my husband is spending his Sunday productively, trying to \u201crefresh\u201d the boutique.
\nI\u2019m holding down the home front with the four kids.
\nHaving put My down for his evening nap.
\nI rush to make coffee.
\n\u201cReward yourself\u201d with a five-minute treat.
\nI slump onto my sore spot.
\nAnd I feel\u2026
\nSUPER MOM!<\/p>\n
Ha! Not really!
\nThree kids!
\nAll fed.
\nClean!
\nLessons \u201cdone.\u201d
\nClothes washed.
\nDried.
\nThe house vacuumed.
\nBaby under the window peacefully blowing raspberries.<\/p>\n
And suddenly, alongside these heroic thoughts,
\nanother one pops into my head:
\nThe dishwasher washed the dishes.
\nA special blender cooked My\u2019s porridge.
\nThe robot vacuum cleaned the house.
\nThe washing machine cleaned the clothes.
\nThe dryer dried them.
\nWe didn\u2019t even have to wash diapers.<\/p>\n
I feel a little embarrassed.
\nI take off my crown.
\nRub off the \u201cheroism\u201d stamp.
\nI want to call my Mom and say \u201cthank you\u201d for raising me
\nwithout diapers, without blenders, without robot vacuums,
\nwith hand-washing laundry for ages
\nand what seemed like endless clothes-drying.<\/p>\n
And if you ever ask her if it was hard\u2026
\nshe wouldn\u2019t hesitate for a second: \u201cNOOO.\u201d
\nBack then, \u201cdecaf\u201d wasn\u2019t even a thing.<\/p>\n
To all Moms.<\/p>\n
Realizing I\u2019m not the greatest hero,
\nV.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-17663","istorija","type-istorija","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija\/17663","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/istorija"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17663"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}