Mother's Day
Hosted a surprise birthday party for Alok last evening after three days of cooking, planning, preparations, and keeping it a secret - along with three great friends that helped me with shopping, arrangements, serving, and cleaning up yesterday. But today, each inch of my muscle and body is aching so much, that even paracetamol will feel a pain going down my throat.
While I had only 9 closest friends over last night, I wonder how my mom used to go shop, prepare, cook, and organize dinners for almost 40 people at home on her own. And the next day? Not a single "ouch", or even a "leave me alone", or not even a "i need rest". She would be up early again to take care of the chores at home and our never-ending tantrums - mine, my brother's, and even my dad's.
How do the mothers do it? I do not understand.
But here's a salute - wishing a very Happy Mother's Day to my superwoman, and to all the super-mothers out there.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Connect with Spusht via: Facebook | Email | RSS | Twitter
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment
Thanks for dropping by this blog, I appreciate your time!
Quick note - if your comment includes a link below or is a spam message, it will be deleted.
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.