I'm tired. Dead tired. Of the same routines day by day. Bathing the baby twice a day. Changing the nappy. Changing the clothes at least three times daily to avoid excess sweat. Burping the baby after breastfeeding him. Playing with him when he is in the mood. Washing his soiled clothes. Rearranging baby's equipments and clothes. Cutting his nails. Cleaning the corners of his eyes and every crevices of his body. Soothing him when he is fussy.

Yet how could I not feel joy and thankfulness? Everytime he smiles, the weariness seeps to the air. Poof. Gone. Just like that.