The real life of a full-time mother in an ordinary family.

# Workplace True Story Project # I am a post-90s generation who became a full-time mother after giving birth to a baby three years ago. Taking care of the baby, eating and drinking Lazar, washing and cooking, and cleaning are my basic tasks. Let's just say that the child is in kindergarten now. The first thing I do every morning is to prepare breakfast for my son, then wake him up, dress him, brush his teeth, wash his face and prepare him a glass of milk. Urge him to send him to school after breakfast, and then go home and run for half an hour to lose weight. After cleaning up properly, we must prepare food for the old sow and clean the pigsty. Because I feed it at a fixed time every day, I basically eat breakfast after feeding. In-laws cook by themselves in the morning and get up at different times. They all mind their own business. After dinner, they went out to do farm work, leaving me alone at home.

Then I started a busy day's work. About ten o'clock after breakfast. At this time, I began to wash my family's clothes. Because children's clothes are dirty and all kinds of clothes are different in color, it is not convenient to wash them by machine, so I always wash them by hand, whether in winter or summer. It will be about eleven o'clock after washing clothes, and I will start cleaning again. After cleaning, I will prepare lunch. I pay more attention to eating than perfunctory. Although it's just me and my in-laws, lunch is basically two dishes and one soup. After dinner, I tidy up the dishes, wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen. Basically, you can take a nap in bed at one or two in the afternoon, and then get up and go to the field to cut some green feed for pigs. It's almost four o'clock in the afternoon. I'm going to the kindergarten to pick up the children. When my son takes them home and plays with him for a while, I'll feed the old sow. After the service was good, I began to prepare dinner. Because the home is tidy at night, it is more complicated to eat more at night. After cutting vegetables and cooking, we usually have dinner after seven o'clock in the afternoon. After dinner, my husband washes the dishes and I clean the kitchen. Then I will bathe my son and brush my teeth together. After I tidy up myself, I will get the clothes my children need to wear the next day, so that I can sleep more in the morning and get up without panic. Then I'll go to bed. At that time, it was basically around 10 at night.

In this way, day after day, year after year, repeating the same work content, boring but not lacking in fun. In fact, I envy those stay-at-home mothers who have time to maintain, exercise and get together with friends. At least, they don't live as nannies and won't be housewives in the eyes of most people. I, on the other hand, completely left these labels on myself. I also want to live an exquisite life like them, but I can't live that life without mines at home. The only thing that can be done is to create conditions for children to live that life. Running around like an alarm clock every day, where did you get about three or five friends? I have no friends since I got married. Because they are all working in other places, they are very busy every day, and they have no time to come to me, and I have no time to find them. Chatting online occasionally, but I always find it less interesting.

When I didn't graduate, I fantasized that I could have a job I wanted, from nine to five, and I could go shopping and eat with my friends on weekends. However, after graduation, I found that my ideal is full and my reality is very skinny. After coming out to work, I told myself that I must marry a man with excellent conditions in all aspects to make myself suffer less, but when love comes, who cares if you are excellent or not? Getting married broke all my previous illusions about a better life. There is no suitable job, so I have to stay at home. I don't have friends from nine to five or three to five, and I don't have time for a family of three to go out on weekends. Every day, I either revolve around the children or do housework. I want to change this state of life and find that this society has long been unsuitable for me. Obviously, I have only been away from the workplace for four years, and I am less than 30 years old. Why should I make myself look like a middle-aged woman in her forties and give up on herself? So I want to go out to work, meet different people and things, and feel the life when I was young. I hope this little wish can come true this year. Dear friends, give me strength! [Contrast]