The agonizing transition that came with the pandemic.

“Transitions are good, positive”. I’d like to tweak that a bit. Transitions are good ,iff one is in the right mindset to accept it wholly. Else, it can leave you racking and ruminating for days together.

The transition that is in point here is the very “new norm” – WFH(work from home). It’s been almost 7 months that we are into this trend now, yet some of us haven’t been able to get a hold of it. When I say some of us, I’m mostly referrring to working mothers who have a greater responsibility of handling little minds at home and big minds at work. 😀

The day my Team Lead sent a text on the office WhatsApp group, it was almost as if it dawned my whole spirits upside down. It read – “mail has come for WFH: Coronavirus – Update from the Taskforce” (P.S : I’d already started to miss office.) and it took me hours for that to totally sink in. A first thought however was that it’s not gonna last long and we’ll all be back at work in no time. But to my dismay, there came another shocker – “The Lockdown” For a month or so, I still believed that we’d go back soon but no, corona was here to stay which meant I was gonna be in trouble!

I worked with some sort of a zeal for a few weeks, the focus gradually started to shift off from work to kids to cooking to chores. At first, I set a routine which obviously didn’t last very long( did last 3 months though :D). Just when I thought that things were falling in place, there was a storm that lashed me out. “Online classes” for the kids. Like the already existing shenanigans weren’t enough, this came up as another dare. Office work+Meals+online classes + chores +self care. No way, I would pull this off and be sane.

Weeks passed and now, routine’s a mess, mind unstable like never before, out of focus , appetite lost , sound sleep only a dream and the voices in my head screaming in the highest possible pitch. To add to this, there were lost friendships, betrayals, and hurt to be dealt with. I’ve stopped talking to friends, I don’t want to step out, I am the most temperamental mom you’ll find out there. Yet, I manage to keep the show running because, I can.

Thanks to a few friends and my mom(for her timely enlightenment on anything under the sky) who helped keep my sanity in place all these months, and ofcourse the little humans around me who give me nothing but love. ( And tantrums, too :D) To all the women who’re living through this, my hats off to you. Keep the ball rolling. It can’t get harder than this trust me.

A little bit of effort, a little bit of “it’s okay to let things be the way they are” & a little of “I still can” will definitely keep you going. Having said that, 2020 had to be one of the most knowledgeable year of my life, for all the lessons it taught, starting from culinary skills to career to relationships to self help, all of it. But No, I cannot live another 2020. Hands down, I’m ratting out.

Wishing you all a better October, November and December. 😀 Do let me know your comments 🙂

Yours insanely,. Hamsa