Random Ramadan Ramblings

Hi,

Okay, so, FOURTEEN days into Ramadan, and I'm pretty sure time is messing with me over the past two weeks. It’s like it’s on fast-forward, and I’m just trying to keep up! I will usually be at my office before sunrise, juggling work like a ninja, but also mentally running through the to-do-list at home and remembering to ask the kids about their homework later.

Then, BAM! It’s 4:30 PM, and I’m racing home, battling traffic that seems personally offended by my existence. Once home, I transform into a kitchen hero, whipping up buka puasa meals like a contestant on a high-stakes cooking show. “Chop-chop, stir-fry, where did I hide the dates for buka?” kind of situation. Everything is expected to complete in less than an hour. Pure chaos I tell you. 😂 

And for some reason, I'm also trying to squeeze in a mini-marathon on the machine. Yes, while fasting. Because apparently, I’m only powered by sheer will and maybe a little bit of leftover caffeine from last two weeks. Aiming for a heart rate that says, “I’m still alive!” and a time that says, “I have kids to feed and school bags to check!” It’s a 10-20 minute cardio dance between “I need to breathe” and “Did I remember to put socks in their bags?”. Good enough to get the heart pumping. That's my goal.

Then, it’s a mad dash to set the table, prep drinks, and sneak in a quick shower. All while reminding the kids to get their stuff ready for the next day, because let's be real, that's never going to happen on its own. And then, you know, just the usual stuff around the house.

Fast forward, by the time I finally sit down, it’s 10:30 PM, or sometimes later, and that's the 'me time' I eagerly look forward to each day. One glorious hour of staring at the ceiling, wondering if I accidentally signed up for a reality show called “Extreme Time Management.” And then, rinse and repeat for five days. Honestly, weekends are a blessed pause button. A glorious, much-needed break from the daily chaos. 

Heavy sky. Just like my thoughts.

But even clouds move, right?

To everyone out there juggling work, fasting, and the beautiful, chaotic reality of motherhood, you’re not alone! We’re all in this crazy, sleep-deprived, food-making, time-bending adventure together. Stay strong, and may your coffee (or tea, or whatever keeps you sane) be strong too!