Motherhood is not for wimps

I wished I came up with that slogan but I didn't. I came across it while browsing fome blogs on motherhood and I can't agree with it more. Motherhood is definitely not for wimps.

I was put to the test when Azrai had to go out station for the whole week this week. The choking, overwhelming sensation of not having another person to tag-team with to handle Danial creeps in. Nevertheless, I brace myself. Not that I have a choice since Azrai is the main breadwinner for the family. I wasn't too happy knowing that Azrai could have plan a shorter trip but no amount of sulking could change the situation. Plus, he bribed me with a Ipod Nano last week, as a gift from Danial for taking care of him. Coincidently, it was 10 Muharram and it was said that it's encouraged for you to splurge on your family. Hey, who am I to refuse to be splurged at?

Azrai left on Sunday night, just after dinner. Nothing much to do but to put Danial to bed. Monday, I took Danial to Mak Ot's house in Bangi. So far, so good. No sweat. I might just make it ok after all. As the days go by, my energy level drop lower and lower. By Wednesday, I had to call for reinforcement, my mother in-law; God bless her! More so, God bless Tini, her Indonesian maid. I packed up Danial's stuff and mine and crash at my inlaws. At least they keep Danial entertained while I get some rest time.

I can't feel more relieved that Azrai managed to finish his work early by one day. I don't think I can extend my stay at my inlaws. I try to keep to the rule of thumb for house-guests;

'Guests are like ; They tend to smell after 3 days.'

So, before I outstay my welcome, I have to collect more brownie points to ask for favor in the future.

In conclusion, after 4 days with my , my body is aching all over like I've been hit by a truck over and over and over again. I'm definitely no wimp!