My post is late this week because I hosted my family for Mother’s Day last night and was so exhausted by the time I left I just went straight to bed.
After working all morning I went to the markets to buy the meat, had to find a fruit shop full of the essential herbs, spent three hours preparing food, over an hour cleaning and rearranging my flat, all before quickly jumping in the shower to make myself look presentable.
Yet the work still didn’t let up when my Mum, Dad and sister arrived, with me having to present the nibbles, cook the entree and dish up the mains while they were chatting in the other room (fortunately my sister made dessert).
Finally, after a long 17 hour day it was time to crawl into bed and leave the cleaning for today.
That was just one of my Sundays as a daughter.
This is every day as a mother – or as a father who has to do both jobs.