Simple pleasure? Honestly, my happiness standards are beautifully random. 😭
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Some people feel happy after buying expensive things. Meanwhile, I feel emotionally fulfilled after matching all the kitchen container lids correctly in one attempt. That satisfaction deserves respect.
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I love making illustrations and then staring at them every few hours like I accidentally created a museum-worthy masterpiece. Sometimes I zoom into tiny details nobody else will notice and silently appreciate my own talent. Very supportive audience. Very loyal fan base. 😌
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Old songs in the background while doing work make life feel softer somehow. Freshly washed clothes smelling like sunlight, perfectly made chai, cloudy evenings, arranging messy drawers for absolutely no reason, and finding forgotten money inside an old bag all these tiny things genuinely make me happy.
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And honestly, nothing feels more rewarding than working in the garden for days and finally seeing one tiny flower bloom. After so much effort, that little flower feels like a personal victory. 🌼
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Evening walks with Kiwi are also one of my favorite simple joys. Just walking slowly, feeling the evening breeze, watching random things, and forgetting life’s unnecessary stress for a while.
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Family Ludo matches are another level of happiness. What starts as “just one game” somehow turns into emotional drama, cheating allegations, temporary alliances, revenge moves, and lifelong grudges over one cut token. 😭 Nobody in the family plays peacefully. Everyone suddenly becomes a strategist, a lawyer, and a victim at the same time.
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Children are also walking bundles of happiness. Their random questions, dramatic storytelling, tiny hugs, sudden mood swings, and the way they can turn a quiet room into complete chaos within three minutes… irritating sometimes, adorable always.
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I think simple pleasures matter because life is already loud and exhausting enough. These tiny moments quietly repair us without making a big announcement about it. ✨
What’s a job you would like to do for just one day?
What’s a job I would like to do for just one day?
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Being a mom. Oh wait… I already am one. Then let me correct myself
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I would like to survive my own job for one full day without questioning my life choices every 17 minutes. 🙂
Because apparently, according to everyone else, moms “stay at home.”
Such a cute sentence. Very fictional.
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People say it like we spend the day sipping coffee dramatically near a window while soft piano music plays in the background.
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Meanwhile, real life looks like:
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“Mommmmm where’s my sock?” “Mommmmm he touched me!” “Mommmmm what’s for lunch?” “Mommmmm why are you angry?”
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I don’t know, sweetheart. Maybe because I’ve answered 43 questions before sunrise. 🌝
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Being a mom is basically working as a chef, cleaner, therapist, detective, nurse, referee, professional finder of missing objects, and emotional support human…
for clients who pay in crumbs and attitude.
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And somehow… I’m also expected to remember everything.
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Vaccination dates? Yes. School projects? Yes. Everyone’s favorite snacks? Yes. Where your lost toy from 2019 disappeared? Unfortunately, yes.
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Somewhere between school projects, Mario races, unfinished homework, Ludo fights that suddenly turn into world wars, and dramatic complaints like “HE GOT THE BIGGER CHOCOLATE”…
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moms somehow become full-time peacekeepers too. 🙂
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One minute we’re teaching spelling words, the next minute we’re fixing toy disasters, judging who started the fight, and pretending not to laugh while brothers stand there like rival lawyers presenting courtroom arguments about who cheated in Mario game. 😭
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And after nearly breaking each other’s hands and legs during WWE-level fighting matches…
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they casually say, “It’s a brothers thing, Mom… don’t worry.” 🙂
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DON’T WORRY???
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Sir, one child is holding his arm dramatically like he just returned from war. 😭
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But the funniest part?
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After driving me completely insane all day… these same tiny humans suddenly become the sweetest people on earth by night.
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“Mom, do you have a headache?” “Should I press your head?” “Want me to bring water?” 😭❤️
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And just like that… the entire day’s irritation disappears faster than snacks in this house. 🙂
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Honestly, motherhood is emotional blackmail mixed with unlimited love. 😭
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Also, the moment I sit down… someone suddenly remembers they have needs.
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It’s honestly fascinating. I should be studied by scientists.
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I can be invisible for 3 hours while cleaning, but the second I sit with a cup of tea
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“MOM.”
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No hello. No breathing space. Just MOM.
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At this point, my tea isn’t a beverage. It’s a time-sensitive emergency challenge. ☕
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And let’s talk about the magical powers moms develop.
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I can remember everybody’s schedules better than my own. I can cook while answering questions, checking homework, and listening to three different stories at the same time.
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I can also sense danger immediately… especially when the house suddenly becomes too quiet. 🙂
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Because silence in a house with kids never means peace. It usually means somebody is either eating secretly, fighting secretly, or planning something they’ll later say was “just for fun.” 😭
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Also, moms don’t rest peacefully. We simply close our eyes while mentally tracking snacks, bottles, school things, and the suspicious silence in the next room. 🙂
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And despite doing 700 things a day, if one thing is forgotten…
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everyone acts like civilization is collapsing. 🙂
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But honestly? As exhausting as it is… there’s something weirdly beautiful about it too.
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Because somehow, between the chaos, the noise, the missing socks, the reheated coffee, the Mario rematches, the tiny emotional breakdowns, and the random “Mom look at me!” moments
Still though… if anyone asks what job I’d like to do for just one day?
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I’d say: Mine.
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Just to understand how moms manage to hold an entire house together, lose their patience 14 times a day, find it again by evening… and still end the night by asking,
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“Did everyone eat properly?” ❤️
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Like honestly… where does all this love even come from😍
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A mother’s world… wrapped in love, laughter & endless “MOMMMM!” calls ❤️🥹
Unwinding is a beautiful concept… just not available in this household.
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Because here, silence is suspicious. Very suspicious.
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If there’s noise—problem. If there’s no noise—bigger problem 😅
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Somewhere there’s a cushion fight happening, somewhere the floor has turned into a racetrack, and every few minutes “Mom, look at this!!!” like it’s breaking news.
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And right in the middle of all this chaos last minute printouts, last minute diary signatures, last minute “I have a project due tomorrow… by the way.”
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Perfect timing. Always.
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Honestly, if those Insta delivery apps didn’t exist, I might have simply disappeared one day 😄
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So yeah… quick shoutout thanks for saving me just in time… every single time 🙃
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And after all this… unwind?
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By the time the house finally goes quiet toys everywhere, energy gone, silence restored I just sit there for a moment…
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and realise…
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this noise, this madness, this endless “mommm”… isn’t just chaos.
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It’s my life. Loud, messy, unpredictable… and somehow… the softest place I know 🤍✨
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Unwinding? Not here… just two boys and pure chaos 😄
