Being Mrs J
My 20% (and no, it's not tax refundable)
As I sit here in my office, alone, I realise there is only one thing to do. Blog.
So here is a bit about me. I'm Mrs J. A 30 year old, Sikh married woman. A daughter, sister, daughter in law, wife, sister in law, Aunty, soon to be Nani (yes you read that right), chef, maid, taxi driver, employee, therapist, event planner, translator, everything under the Sun but me.
Now please don't take that as a rant. I love being a family woman. I was raised as a British Sikh woman who has modern beliefs yet still holds the traditions from India. The thing is recently, I have felt EXHAUSTED. And I know if you are a wife reading this, you know exactly what I mean.
I live with my in laws. They are great. I work with my in laws. That is good. I am expected to wake up early every morning even on weekends after doing minimum of 14 hour days at work. I come home in the evening and make food for everyone even though my mother in law is a housewife who never leaves the house. I'm never asked to do things, they're demanded, because I am the daughter in law and that's what I do. And I do it all.
Recently, I have been thinking a lot about what does it mean to be me, Mrs J? When an Asian girl gets married, things change drastically over night. In a space of 4 weeks, I quit my old job, got married, moved home, went on honeymoon and started a new job. I feel like I've been running ever since. That was 4 years ago.
Somewhere in the chaos I forgot who I was. I was expected to take on my in laws beliefs as if they were my own. And again, I did. I still do. But recently, I feel like the old me is coming back. The girl whose family encouraged an education, has 2 Bachelor degrees and a Masters, independent, sarcastic, says what is on her mind. Oh yeah baby, she is well and truly on her way back. I can just feel the sass oozing out. I can hear my mind saying "am I the only one that lives in this house?" and "give me a break I'm tired too you know" (my mother in law is a firm believer that only her children really work). Oh wow. Maybe I do need to rant.
So that felt good. It won't always be so negative (I hope anyway). In reality I have a blessed life which I thank God for daily. But that 10% (ok 20%) of the time when I'm not ok, you guys will probably get to hear about a lot. Welcome to my 20%. Read through my blogs which will be on different topics just to get my view on things. And they are only my views. They are not out there to cause offense (disclaimer alert). I know this wasn't exactly the most entertaining blog because I mean there's so much to say and I need to learn how to condense it but for now I'll end on this Beyonce song:
"Don't think I'm just his little wife"