Letter No.10 Prisoner of Love

The sun sank well below the horizon

I hear Bubu's peaceful breathing from a dark room next to us

The dim orange lights in the room making me dozy

And my typing fingers feel heavier as the seconds go by

Raising a baby takes a lot of energy

It's 945 pm

I'm usually fully operational at this hour of the day

either working my fingers to the bone to finish the project in office

or walking with tipsy steps in Akasaka after a gathering with coworkers

But now, I feel like almost all energy is spent

except for the last drop of it 

to brush my teeth, to make sure Bubu is deep asleep, and to hit the hay myself

This morning, there were just me and Bubu in the living room

Mommy was working remotely using my study 

I was working on my computer 

filling out applications for Bubu's nursery 

 

Every time he interrupts me 

he never forgets to cast his beady eyes at me

And then all my stress dissipates in an instance

After successfully soothing his temper

The computer appears back before me 

And all the stress hormone I just released in the air

pops back in me reminding of the workload along the way

It's almost 10 in the evening

...OMG, he just started snoring 

As I hear his sleeping sound

and the chubby triple chin that goes up and down in tune with it

I forget all the exhaustion 

and feel like I can forgive any kinds of trouble he may cause in the future 

It's so unfair! 

...To be continued.