Confounding Confusion

I was a weekend wife. I was a daily mom.

WAS?? You may ask. 

Yerp. That's because this semester has been a bumpy ride that even I sometimes get confused as to what I should call myself.

Think about it:

A few months ago, I got to see my husband on weekends and school holidays. As usual, I would be taking care of Mr Awish alone on weekdays. Ordinary enough!

Then, about a month ago, my mom pleaded that she wanted to take care of her grandson for a while. And since the situations here in Shah Alam weren't that befitting, I agreed. 

After all, Awish was constantly sick. Either it was because of the nanny's home, other kids, the polluted air, cow's milk or ME, I'm not so sure. 

All I know is, Awish needs a break from all this madness. He needs to be at least sick-free for a month to catch up with his developmental milestones. He's pretty much 'behind schedule' (in terms of weight and communicative abilities). Being sick almost all the time doesn't help. 

The situation was also equally burdensome for me. No, my son is not a burden. He never is, and never will be. It's the situation, not him. All I'm saying is the stress I was compressing alone had really taken a toll on my life. I was sooo not used to taking care of a baby, what more a sick baby. And I had to struggle all alone. To see his perpetual suffering wrecked my heart apart. I had tried what I could but it was all futile. 

It was one relentless challenge and I became the enemy of my own self.

It's ironic that people call me a supermom, isn't it? 

But I'm not giving up. The decision made for the break was a requisite move at that time. 

No matter what others might think.  

If you regard me as a failed mother,it's your call.

So there you go. The explanation of why I'm not a daily mom for a month. 

I'm waiting eagerly for Awish to return home, in my arms, in a week. 

I'm gonna settle all my work-related matters, child-proof the home for the super-mobile Awish and clear off my mind from all sorts of stress.

Then why am I not a weekend wife anymore??

Whether this is good or bad, I'm also uncertain. The current situation allows me to see my husband at least 3 times a week. It happens that this semester Mr Hubby has classes in UM on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Good for me! But bad for him, I guess. Imagine the insurmountable level of exhaustion he needs to deal with each week! and it has only been 2 weeks!

After work on those weekdays, I would drive off to UM, fetch him, and have a short and sweet dinner at Pak Ali's gerai in Lembah Pantai. The max time spent would be 2 hours. Then I would send him off to Kerinchi's LRT station, and that's it. By midnight he would arrive back in Muar by bus. And I would sleep alone on the sofa in front of the tv (as usual).

And now I'm sitting alone at home in Shah Alam blogging on a Saturday morning without my husband. He has weekend school-related activities he can't escape. 

So.... 
Weekend wife? Certain days wife? Occasional wife?
Soon-to-be daily mom? Semester-break mom?

Do you have the answer for me?