Rinse & Repeat – A Single Mom Life in Jakarta

Hey, what do you know I attempt to sit here and come up with a blog post after weeks of going missing from the blogosphere.

Seriously tho, I have so much in my mind that the thoughts are just about to burst out of me but the classic reason? I haven’t been able to just sit down and type. Don’t mind if my job is to sit by the computer pretty much all day.

Let me let you take a peek at my life and it’s rhythms lately.

When the alarm starts buzzing at 5:00 AM daily, I peeled myself out of bed careful not to wake the little boy sleeping next to me. Yes, he had moved back into my bed after a short stint of sleeping in his own little bed. I don’t mind it really. Its nice to be able to cuddle and hold him plus the once in awhile jab in my eye hah!

I didn’t even drink coffee anymore in the morning when before, it was the first thing I craved for. Shocking, I know!

I’d drink a huge tall glass of water followed by my whey protein shakes. Grabbed my meals out of the fridge to put them in my small bag. And by meals I really meant: breakfast, snack, lunch and another snack.

Hopped into the shower before I rummage the closet silently, pulling things out for the boy to wear to school.

While waiting for my motorbike taxi guy to come at 5:45 AM, I’d take my two servings of multivitamins and packed them into one of those tiny pillboxes like the old people use. Mind you, I borrowed my Mom’s pink box.

Zigzagging his way in and out of traffic, the guy would drop me off and I’d wait for my bus. My big red bus.

Sometimes the bus comes pretty fast, sometimes they’re late and if they are late, chances are I’d have to stand up. Core tighten – something I’ve been trying to incorporate in my everyday life now – I’d hold on to my bags and to the bar by the bus’ ceiling.

Luckily the bus ride is short, only about 10-15 minutes depending on traffic before I got off and crossed not one, not two but three lanes to get to my office.

Here’s part of my commute to work – mind you trying to take a video while riding the motorbike would be too close to a suicide so let’s not do that.

Because I took a motorbike and the bus, I never go to work wearing my makeup on. That’s only applied once I got to work. Coming in early means I don’t need to rush. So I got to wash my face, put my make up on, do my hair before having my coffee and breakfast.

I’m always early to work and I really don’t mind it besides the obvious reasons of beating the traffic, it makes me feel less guilty of going home on time or at least I tried to! Technically, my office hour runs from 8:15 AM to 4:00 PM (up to 5:00 PM on the third week of the month). Why? Because we work Saturdays for half a day and the third Saturday is our day off.

By going home on time or at least around 4:30-ish I can be home and help my boy with homework or I can hit the gym.

Lately work has been so crazy busy. Last week alone I flew close to 50 people on different days, different times. Time flew by pretty darn fast while I sit at work doing a million things at once. Before you know it, lunch break is there and I’d warm my meal and sit with the other girls chit-chatting.

A glimpse of how my Monday looks like is on Vine.

Once I got home, it’s time for my boy and we’ll be in bed by 8:00 PM. Rinse and repeat!

This is my cycle. My life.

Where do I fit in any social life?

During office hours – if that can be counts as socializing. Hah, whom am I kidding? I have no social life and let’s not go down that road for now. Safe that for another blog post.

And this is why I haven’t been updating this blog, why I barely visit your blogs. My social lifeline is connected from my phone and that’s about it.

So what you up to, friends?

Author: Maureen

Maureen is a Community Builder and Leader. Founder of founder of Single Moms Indonesia Writing, photography, traveling and all creative things are some of her favorite things to do. On a quest of finding joy in everyday life and living life to the fullest with kindness, compassion, grace and a bit of sass.

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