07 fevereiro 2012

There's something about being at home that one can only feel once you've been through it. The sense of achievement.
I've spent my whole life criticizing my mum only to find out now why she never did what averyone's been telling her all her life: to have a rest.
And still...here i am with two kids happily taking a nap after lunch....,  with just a few hours slept from an awful night with a demanding baby....and i can't go to bed . I have to to somehting out of these precious silent hours... Dinner, tiding up? Laundry? Writing! Sewing!
It's that sense of achievement that you need to have in the of the day.
Isn't it mum?

1 comentário:

Bruno Sousa disse...

I seriously doubt mum will be able to read this...