Early morning, I shuffle out of bed tired (because I was reading late and couldn't put that book down), eyes swollen. I HAVE to get out otherwise kiddos will miss the bus, lunch won't be packed, hair won't be made or their dresses won't match. Too many won'ts. On way to wash my lil ones hand in the bathroom I get a glimpse of my shuffled hair, swollen eyes and think, great that hair and eyes are soo dry. As I go through list of things my son needs to do before he gets out of the door, he suddenly comes over holds my face in his hands and says, "You look cute". I smile and try to walk away, but he pulls me closer and says, "No really, you look very cute". Ah my beautiful boy!
I look around the classroom and see highly motivated, super fit people around me. And here I am not talking about any body types. It's amazing to watch how they can push through. Halfway through Zumba I feel like I might drop dead. I take a break in between the songs, when NO ONE has taken a one, dab the sweat off and take small gulp of water and try to come back into the group. The happy, smiling and enjoying the music group. And I think, "what a beautiful bunch!"
Late evening, I am in my worst pair of pajamas (Coz there is a big pile of laundry waiting to be sorted). I am distracted since I need to finish that cheese pizza that I promised, but before that I HAVE to get the meatballs done, if I don't then the date on the meat will expire. So I race against the clock before my son and hubby gets back from his class. Lil one is busy telling about new dance that she came up with and which she showed everyone at school. I can't focus on what she's saying, she comes into kitchen and asks, "What are you making mommy?" I say cheese pizza. "Oh, I know how to make one. I learnt it in Madame's cooking class. Do you want me to tell?". (And this is my four year old). I say "Ok.". She rattles off the recipe just like that. I am awed by how much she remembered all the steps. She finishes with, "See it's easy, now come here I will show you the dance I showed Madame". I start to refuse, but then I sit down, to see her do kinda line dance. She pulls me up and holds my hand. I forget everything and DANCE.
At last I pull those meatballs out of the oven and put pizza. My lil one is almost ready to hit the sack after a long day and I cannot let her go to bed without dinner. I dread the first thing I hear out of my son and hubby that they are hungry and food isn't ready. Of course next minute they walk in loudly talking about something. I think they are fighting, but then I hear them laugh. They are reminiscing last evening outing at the swimming pool. Both stop and say, "Ummmm, that smells good". I don't look up as I continue to finish up my salad, hubby comes over, gives a peck and says, "I couldn't have asked for a perfect mom for my kids"!
Okay that's too much sugar for me to handle! I shed a happy tear in private.