It's 10.30 pm and I'm writing in the dark. Lying next to me are Aishah and Asyraf. I managed to get Asyraf sleep with the milk but Aishah is still talking to herself like 'mak nenek', jumping here and there, sat on my back, hugged my thigh while i pretend to kroh2 and blogging at the same time. In fact today is the second day that my sister left her children to be taken care of by Anis and I. It was fine yesterday evening. I brought them to the nearby playground despite the difficulty of handling Asyraf who apparently became so ambitious to chase his sister and cousin. At home, they locked the room from the inside and that incident had required me to run during Magrib to buy Huggies diapers. As Asyraf is so attached to his mommy, I had to be the mother figure of his, accompanied him to watch Ultraman videos on youtube which I barely able to feel any excitement in getting to know ultraman cosmos, tiga, gaya and many other sorts.. Unfortunate event includes Asyraf vomitted and honestly speaking, cleaning mat that has a slimy and smelly substance that contains milk and chewed solid food half-way digested is not so pleasant task.. T.T last night my restful sleep was interrupted at 2.50am, 3.30am and 5.40am because Asyraf woke up and cried for not seeing his mommy next to him. Today's story is much more closer to a disaster. Imagine yourself going to Tesco with three kids of 4, and 2 y/o who could not get away from just-insert-rm1 musical car, demanding for any thing appeals to their eyes, giving order to go to any unintended places.. At one point I felt like screaming too when Asyraf refused to walk and I had no other option but to carry him for hours, Aisyah and Lutfi were running here and there as if the store belongs to their Tok Bah. When we ate at the Chicken Rice Shop, Asyraf wet and I ran to my car to change his pants and he got to wore the one with pink ribbon as i mistook Aisyah's XD. In the car they drank soy drink and accidentally pressed the box and spilled the drink on the car seat. Asyraf who is so damn heavy sat on my lap along the journey. Many times he forced his body to lean against my body which was utterly painful but he just laughed. When we arrived home I had to straight away wash them up, feed their dinner, ultraman session again and watched cloudy and the meatball (Aishah's favourite movie) for 7th times. And a while ago Aishah tried to be cute by placing her leg on top of my nose. What a looong tiring day I had today as an instant mommy. The point that I'm putting forward is that being a mother is not an easy job, definitely. My sister told me once that for a women, once you have a child, it marks the end of your time to rest. You no longer have time for yourself with the kids around. Mother is so great. Even if they are tired, they will never whine nor take the responsibilities for granted. The 70hour experience of replacing my sister opened my eyes how Allah is being just fair by placing woman at the highest level. To repay mother's deeds is impossible to be achieved. The only thing that we can do is just being a child that can make mother's heart at ease.
Ya Allah, panjangkanlah umur ma dan berilah aku lemampuan untuk menjaganya. Amin ",)
