Staying together

Just the other day, a friend of mine and I were talking about this. Keeping a relationship of any sort is never easy, let alone keeping one that is bound by a covenant. But it is possible, with lots of effort. 
It may seem so easy for some people, especially those who look happy, contented and affectionate when the couple is together outside of their home. But the reason why they are still together is not what you see through their interactions in public. 
It is a lot of hard work behind closed doors. Lots of struggling to not bite each other’s head off during an argument. 

Lots of battling with the temptation to just throw in the towel and say, “Why do I even put up with you when I don’t even need you?” 

Lots of suspicions.

Lots of doubts. 

Lots of trying (and sometimes just not giving a damn anymore) to prove their faithfulness and fidelity towards each other.

And most of all, lots of reconciliation that tests how true they both really are sorry for their own actions. 

Marriage is the most challenging thing anyone has to go through. But the one who makes it ’till death do us part’ is the one who heroes it out for all to see that there is hope for true love and a lasting relationship, in a place so bleak and miserable such as this world that we’re living in.


Oh, please, sleep…

Oh, please, sleep...Every mother would know how frustrating it can be to get your children to go to bed. Of all my six kids, I was blessed to have… just ONE baby who could sleep on her own in her cot. That was my number Five. I had to carry, pat, rock, dance and do all sorts of somersaults for the others to sleep. I’m still doing it right now, if you’re doing the math. (Please remember that I have six kids because sometimes, I can’t do it for myself and I need reminders.)

My number Six happens to be an extremely light sleeper who also gets easily distracted while nursing. A tiny bit of sound would put an end to boob time. The sound of a motorbike zooming past my house (and I resent this to no end!) would wake her up from her peaceful slumber.

This afternoon, we were interrupted twice by my number Five while I was trying to get number Six to nap. I don’t think you’re interested in the details but an hour and a quarter later, both were asleep and THIS is finally my peaceful moment… for awhile, that is. I still have three… I mean, five?… no… how many kids do I have, again?