actually, i do have something to share. 'most people wouldnt guess this, since my mom's blog is SO depressing, but she has some fun times too. i love every single minute i spend with her, and she doesnt really realize how her tiniest actions make me so happy (no, she didnt ask me to write this about her). she's a little, well, adorable!!(and not to forget, gorgeous!)
first of all, she's obsessed with everything polka dots. she went shopping one day, and as usual, she came back, all excited, wanting to show and boast about her finds. out came this really cool popcorn bowl. out came some mops (what else did you expect?), and then out came her polka dotted dip bowls and her polka dotted milk jug. you should have seen her face when she reached into the shopping bag, and took out that jug!
she looked like a chef looking proudly at his new creation. that gleeful smile she put on when she presented the jug really cracked me up. but what put me into fits was when she started pouring out imaginary milk from it. the smallest things in the world bring so much joy in her eyes, it makes me want to be like her. i'm not ungrateful, but next to her, i will always feel like i am. she's truly amazing. and come on,she kept pouring out imaginary milk from that jug. dont tell me you didnt even smile at that!
one day, out of the blue, she started groaning, and said she's craving to go shop. i looked up from what i was doing (probably doodling on my math copy) and looked at her incredulously (big word). i was like "mama, you loathe shopping." and i'm not kidding. she actually hates shopping, which is hard to believe because that is what we women live for! it goes sleep, eat and shop for us, but apparently for her it goes eat to live, organize and clean, and then organize some more. oh, did i mention organize? she never was normal.
but there she was, groaning about how she wanted to got to dolmen mall and shop at mango, debenhems and monsoon, and how she wanted to go to sunday bazaar and buy, well, everything (that is where she got those polka dotted bowls, and the jug). still cant get over her little outburst.
here comes the craziest thing of all. (i dont even know if i should be writing this).okay, here comes.
when my mom gets sleepy, and cannot sleep, instead of getting agitated (actually, she does, but that phase passes pretty fast), she gets hyper, and then starts dancing like crazy, until she gets blisters on her feet. yes, she has done that. taken aback? dont worry, if you read this blog regularly, you will get used to it. trust me.
yeah, thats my mom, the person i get mad at for never having a bad hair day, the person who, when i talk to about something serious, replies with a 'i'm thinking we should do up your room in blue, white and orange, what do you think mana?" the person who is cursed with workaholicism, if that's even a word. the person i adore, no matter how "not normal" she is. but who cares? i like crazy people...
The ideas and views are completely the writer's own. I refuse to bear any responsibility regarding those; I had nothing to do with it and was not allowed to make any changes or delete anything inappropriate. And, yes, my 13 year old can bully me sometimes
-Sadaf
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