The Diary Game [02/04/2026] // The Hustle of a Mother’s Life.

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Dear Diary,

Today felt like three days packed into one. The Easter holiday is just around the corner, and although schools are officially meant to close tomorrow, Friday the 3rd of April, most private schools have already shut down earlier this week. I thought I had everything planned out, but last night threw me off balance. Just before going to bed, I received a message that the school bus would not be available to pick up or drop off the kids. That alone was enough to disrupt my already tight schedule.

^{Heading to my kid’s school to collect their progress report booklets}

After thinking it through, I decided to let the children stay at home today while I figured out how to collect their progress report booklets. Work could not wait, and neither could their results. I rushed through my morning routine, ensuring the kids were settled before heading out. My mind was already racing ahead of me.

Because I had limited time between work and getting to school, my husband stepped in. He drove over, picked me up, and together we went to the school. I was already feeling the pressure of the day, but what awaited us there completely shifted my mood. The children’s results were marvellous, better than I had even hoped and my heart felt full. All the sleepless nights, constant supervision, and effort I had put in while my husband was away due to sickness had truly paid off.

^{At the school campus to collect progress report booklets of my kids.}

Seeing the pride on his face made it even more special. He was so happy and appreciative of everything I had done. In that moment, all the stress and exhaustion felt worth it. That small victory carried me through the rest of the day, even though my body was already beginning to protest.

Work itself was draining, and by the time I was done, I felt completely worn out. But as every African mother knows, the day does not end when you leave work, it simply changes form. On my way home, I stopped by a friend’s shop to buy some palm oil for dinner. Even standing became a struggle at that point. My legs hurt so much that I had to sit down for a while. She noticed my exhaustion and kindly helped package everything for me.

^{At a friend’s store to buy palm oil.}

By the time I got home, a headache had started creeping in. My husband noticed immediately and asked me to rest. I wanted to listen, I really did. But as an African mother, resting is never truly restful. Even when your body lies down, your mind keeps running, thinking about the children, their hunger, their needs, and the endless responsibilities waiting for you.

I lay there briefly, but the thought of my children not having dinner disturbed me too much. With what strength I had left, I got up and went to the kitchen. Cooking felt heavier than usual today as every movement required effort. Still, I pushed through and prepared the meal.

Ironically, I could not even bring myself to taste the food when it was done. I had completely lost my appetite and all I wanted was relief from the headache, the fatigue, and the weight of the day. I took a quick shower, hoping it would ease the tension in my body.

Now, as I write this, I feel completely drained, but also grateful. Grateful for the strength to carry on, for the joy of my children’s success, and for the support of my husband. It is not easy, but it is worth it.

I will end here before I completely crash into bed. Until my next diary session, compliments of the Easter season and goodnight.