Thoughts of a working mum at 1 am

This sounds like I'm thinking about juggling work and family.

Not quite.
Today as I walked to get myself a rushed lunch I felt a million things walking with me.

Work on my mind but I am reluctant to start up the laptop to type.

My essay on frank o hara is on my mind too. I want to do that. 500 word essay. I've actually been waiting a year to do it. I should do it right?
Just lazy to start up the laptop.
Scared work will take over to be honest.
But not  if i don't let it.

I started writing about the love artist yesterday too  gathering my thoughts on what the book was trying to say about ovids lost work.

My friend has offered to look at akshaya 's story!

Hai. See even now so many things on my mind

I want to go visit iyyah. 

I want to take the kids for a writers festival thing on Sunday afternoon .

I need to call the light guy tell him about fan too ask when he's coming.

I need to call Jimmy bug him for carpenters schedule. 

I need to call my parents check when they are arriving.

I need to call sham ask her about her trip and ask her for contacts for the maid

I need to find a new helper.

Okay really helps to write it all down.

I have a story too about the people I meet on bus 43 and their lives I peep into every morning at 7.45 am

The Indian lady reading a tamil novel every morning
What a rarity for me you know
Everyone staring at phones. Me included. And this lady reading tamil books on the bus everyday

The sweet mixed couple who drop off their baby at the bus stop with her mum before going to work. Head resting o  his shoulder. Looking like a dating couple  only for me to find a baby between them!

The father and his son every morning he carrying his backpack holding his hand talking to him as they climb the overhead bridge everyday.  Heading to childcare.

The mum with her toddler in uniform asleep over her shoulders.  Hefting her bag his bag and him and getting off the bus to board another bus all at 7.45 am

The father and his daughter.  She so sweet. Her mum at home with a new baby. Used to see the pregnant mum going to work with toddler ready to drop off at child care.

So many intersecting lives. So many to do with kids. What do they see in me? They don't see that I walk my daughter to school every morning that I walk back to a side gate to say bye again to her and that I walk back to bus stop saying g my morning prayers.
They see me boarding the bus hauling two or more bags fumbling with phone.  Some days working on the laptop on my way to work.

That's the bus I cried about lky on. Tears streaming down.