I’d heard enough, experienced enough about old sayings like’ Life is all about adjustment’, or ‘Only Change never Changes’, or ‘When you can’t change your circumstance, change yourself’; I can go on and on. So I thought I knew.

I didn’t.

Within the past two weeks, my understanding about the word ‘CHANGE’ has reached to a brand new level.

The significant event that big enough to become a line of demarcation came when my son went to primary school on September 1st, 2013.

At the moment of getting up on that precise day, my life split into two distinct epochs: Before and After.

Before, I had no use for the famous phrase ‘fight traffic jams’, one of those things I knew only because I’d occasionally heard from the others.  Before, I enjoyed the leisure morning and soothing evening, floating through  time off-work from one light moment to the next. Before, I had my mum to count on house chores and all the quality time with my son was clear and simple: Play.

Before, my life was like Jazz, sometime slow, sometimes fast, but going on within manageable tempo.

After, my life became all Rock and Roll, suddenly speeded up to a crazy, breathtaking pace.

Ok, perhaps I exaggerated a little bit. But so many changes had happened, allowing me almost no time to digest and adjust.

First, my mum left us and went back to her home. After six year’s staying with us, I really could not expect more help from her. That left me alone to handle all house chores.

Then I kissed goodbye to easy morning. Since my company is within walking distance, I never needed to worry about the traffic. However my son’s school is not someplace that I can reach by walk, bike, or any other public transportation, now we have to drive him to school. Did I tell you how I hated driving? After one month’s mind built-up work and practice, now I wouldn’t tremble like a leaf in driving seat but still far from enjoying it. Unavoidably, traffic has become my major headache---Oh, God, believe me, you don’t want to know how bad the situation is there, here I’d better cut off all the juicy details.

Here’s the brief picture of my hectic routine day: Wake up at 6:30, cook up an easy breakfast, get my son up with all tricks I can think of: coax, threat, sing, tickle, whine…., and with above-mentioned ritual all over again to get him dress, wash and eat, after son and father finally leave, make the bed and clean up the room. At the red days (No-driving Days) for my husband’s car, it would be a total disaster. That means I have to drive my son to school myself, fight the way back to my office, after a busy work day, pick up my son, get back home at 7:00, open the door and find a hurricane-after like scene, no time to yell, make the dinner, eat, clean, and spend at least one hour and a half helping my son with his homework, aha, already 9:30, get him to bed, after he sleep, with not-much left energy, tidy up the house a bit.

Not much alluring, isn’t it? But after two weeks’ adjustment, surprisingly I found myself already accommodate to this new life, and even dig up some pleasures out of this crazy tight schedule.

The potentiality of human being is really amazing, isn’t it?