It’s been more than a month since our household help went home. I cannot begin to tell you how difficult it is to maintain a house, take care of two active toddlers and have an eight-hour job. We turn into awful, on-the-brink-of-a-nervous-breakdown parents and we feel bad afterwards. It is exhausting! The highest award should be given to mothers (fathers and grandparents too) who do this full-time for life.
This afternoon, tiredness got to me. As soon as I got home, I lay down in bed right next to a napping two-year old. A few minutes that, I was awaken to see this:
It must be some kind of a superpower gift. Maybe Nemo saw how the fatigue was getting to me… maybe she is some superpower-giving God. Maybe now I can just beam out any dirt in the house; or zap the dirty clothes, plates, bottles and pots and it will all be spotless again.
If I sing “A Spoonful of Sugar” and snap, everything else will fall into place.
Wouldn’t that be groovy?
I bid you farewell for now.. I need to start snapping away. :)