The Diary Game [17/10/2025] // A Mother's Day in the Trenches.

in Steem Cameroon10 days ago

Hi guys, accept steem greetings from the motherland of Cameroon and welcome to my blog where I share my lifestyle content.

Today felt like running a marathon on no sleep, fueled only by sheer willpower. With my husband out of town, the full weight of parenting fell squarely on my shoulders and let me just say, it’s no joke managing three kids including a toddler, and a full-time remote job all under one roof.

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Exhausted face with no Steeve.

The day started before the sun came up, as usual. My toddler decided 5:00 A.M. was the perfect time to wake up, energetic, and completely unaware that I had only slept for four hours. I groggily stumbled to the kitchen, one arm holding him, the other reaching for the kettle to heat water to bathe the kids.

By 6:30 a.m., I was juggling breakfast duty while trying to gently nudge the older kids out of bed. Shoes, backpacks, and water bottles checked. I must have said those words a dozen times in under 10 minutes. It’s amazing how children can take an hour to do what should take five minutes especially when you are on a schedule.

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Preparing fried ripe plantains for breakfast.

I managed to keep up with the time for the school bus. I fed them and double-checked their uniforms before we went out to wait for the school bus. It is Friday and it's generally sports day.

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The school bus picking up the kids infront of the gate.

Back home by 8:30 A.M., just in time to log in for my first virtual meeting. My toddler was still clinging to my leg, a constant reminder that I’m never truly off-duty. Trying to sound professional while simultaneously shushing a screaming two-year-old is now my unfortunate superpower hehehehehe.

Meetings rolled into emails, emails into reports, and reports into diaper changes and snack times. The day was a revolving door of tasks jumping between “mom mode” and “work mode” so fast it gave me emotional whiplash. I kept glancing at the clock, silently counting the hours until bedtime. But even that hope felt distant.

By 2:30 P.M., it was time to prepare lunch because the school bus gonna dropped off the kids at the gate. The kids came in talking over each other about their day one lost a pencil case, the other had a drama with a classmate.

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The kids were busy fighting over the remote control and I was refereeing sibling fights. I think at one point I said, “…If I hear one more argument over the remote, I’m throwing it out the window.” I meant it.

Finally, when the house was quiet and the kids were in bed after stories, songs, water requests, and last-minute “…I forgot to tell you” confessions, I sat down with my phone and caught up on the news. The post-electoral violence updates were sobering. Images of burnt vehicles, frightened civilians, and clashes between groups made my own day of chaos feel small, yet more emotionally draining. I worry about what kind of world my children are growing up in.

It’s hard to carry so much emotionally and physically. But I managed and I’m still standing, tomorrow, we do it all over again. This is the messy, beautiful, relentless rhythm of motherhood. Until my next diary session with you guys, it is good night from my end.

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Hahahaha..... membaca cerita anda merupakan cerminan diriku sendiri, aku tidak bermaksud menertawakan mu, tapi aku menertawakan diriku sendiri yang bernasib sama seperti mu.

Drama saat bangun pagi, perkelahian di kamar mandi, dilanjutkan saat makan, dan saat berada di depan cermin, saya selalu jadi wasit dengan sesuatu yang ada di tangan biar perkelahian tidak berlanjut.

Mereka yang sudah besar pun masih suka berantem apa lagi yang kecil dan tidak tahu apa-apa, kita bakal jadi harimau dadakan ketika perkelahian berulang.

Saya juga mengurus anak-anak di pagi hari untuk sekolah, saat bangun untuk sholat subuh mereka selalu berkata " adik dulu ma" yang satu lagi " Abang dulu ma" jadi saya membagi setiap hari kalau pagi ini Abang dan besoknya adik duluan yang sholat.

Kalau ada yang membantah segera saya hitung, satu.....dua.....belum sempat hitungan ke tiga mereka sudah berada di hadapan saya, saya seperti seorang militer saja kalau di rumah, harus tegas jika tidak mereka akan bermain-main saja....


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 9 days ago 

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It's not easy to be a mother it takes a responsibility and careering to be chosen as role model mother, i therefore commend you madam chant as a mother indeed with differences.. keek it up.

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