Almost wishhh
I almost wish I knew how to nag. I want to nag, nag, nag. But I just couldn’t. Now (for this moment), I do think nagging is a way of keeping your stress in check. Remember when our mothers can keep on bla bla bla bla bla non-stop, but deep in our heart, we do know that she loves us, don’t we. yes, I wish I could do that. It’s hard to maintain my stress in secure under-the-curve-chart level when I don’t know how and where to channel it. Some lucky mothers (I know they are the majority, but their family wouldn’t count themselves lucky haha),can directly burst out their tension/pressure through nagging. But, unlucky me, I have to supress my anger (sometimes I have to kick the wall, literally) with so much effort, it’s a wonder I don’t hurt myself.
What makes me angry. (yeah)..
Well, being a housewife isn’t easy.(who says it’s easy, I would gladly give you a kick in the ****). Much more so, when you are a mother of two growing,exploring sons. One second they sit quietly in the hall, the next second their in the toilet. Yes, both of ‘em. Giggling while spraying,smacking water. (when I write it here, it seems like cute), you can imagine how horrified am I? somebody may ask, where are? (yeah). I’m in the kitchen,la. Hoping to cook something nice and edible.
Now, I have calmed down a little. Well, blogging is not so bad afterall. As long as nobody criticize me of being a not-so-good housewife. Ok, back to cooking. Bye girls, for now
