As usual, I already knew that the weekend community would have something for me to easily write on.
Should I let the cat out of the bag now or later?
It goes back to 2018 when my son was about 3 months old.
I'm glad that I had my mom to take care of him until he was that old. I remember all the vigils I had just to make sure that my baby stops crying.
Kudos to all mothers, it ain't an easy thing.
My mom had already gone back to attend to her businesses at home, so I was left to do all that she was helping with alone. I'm glad that I learned how to do most of the things myself however, I wasn't getting a hang of the watch-night thing.
One day I went out to get some food items, I was craving rice and beans so I had to make plans to prepare them.
Coming back from the store, I washed everything that needed to be washed. Everything I bought was added to the pot. I made sure to reduce the heat as I headed back to the room.
I went back to the room to breastfeed my baby who was already crying. After breastfeeding him, I laid him on the bed and patted him softly on his back so he would fall asleep quickly.
I decided to make myself comfortable because I was tired too. I laid beside him and continued patting him softly.
In my mind, I was like, let me just rest for a minute so I would have a bit of strength, I was certain that by the time I woke up, the food would be ready, "at least the wait time would-be use well*, I thought to myself.
As I closed my eyes to relax for a minute, I ended up waking up after about an hour.
How did this happen? How did a minute turn into an hour?
How did I sleep for that long?
Good thing the kitchen door was closed. Remembering that I left something cooking in the kitchen, I stood up and hurried to check how things were inside.
On opening the door, I couldn't see anything because of the thick smoke.
I hurried to open the doors and windows in the house so the smoke would find its way out.
I opened the pot to see if there was something left. Unfortunately, everything had turned to charcoal, and it all got burned. I was so upset and angry with myself. I had not only wasted the money I used in buying the items used in cooking, but I had also wasted the cooking gas and made the house filled with smoke.
I ended up eating something else that I could afford at that time, while my beloved burned rice and beans went down the drain.
