Why Mothers Are So Special

An excerpt from an e-mail……
-Author Unknown-

Mum and Dad were watching TV when Mum said, “I’m tired, and it’s getting late. I think I’ll go to bed.”

She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day’s lunches. Rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the table and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning.

She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes into the washer, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button.

She picked up the game pieces left on the table, put the phone back on the charger and put the telephone book into the drawer.
She watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry. She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom.

She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted out some cash for the excursion and pulled a text book out from hiding under the chair.

She signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote aquick note for the grocery store. She put both near her bag.

Mum then washed her face with 3 in 1 cleanser, put on her Night Solution & age fighting moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth and filed her nails.

Dad called out, “I thought you were going to bed.”   
“I’m on my way,” she said.

She put some water into the dog’s dish and put the cat outside, then made sure the doors were locked and the patio light was on.

She looked in on each of the kids and turned out their bedside lamps and radios, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks into the basket, and had a brief conversation with the one up still doing homework.

In her own room, she set the alarm; laid out clothing for the next day, straightened up the shoe rack.

She added three things to her 6 most important things to do list.

She said her prayers, and visualized the accomplishment of her goals.

About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular. “I’m going to bed.” And he did…without another thought.

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  1. Ann says:

    Now…that is really a one in a kind mother…doesn’t utter a word of complaint or frustration!

    I figured half way in the list, I will be pouncing on my husband as to why can’t he help!

    But the concept of it is very true.

    ... on July May 16th, 2008
  2. Julie says:

    Ann – Some of the routine resembles my mom. I’m accepting it that all/most guys are made to be like the “Dad” in the story. Sometimes after a late night shopping, my husband can just “thumpppp” and fall asleep snoring leaving the poor wife settling the sleepy baby, wash & sterilize the bottles, clear up the toys, etc.

    Not complaining though but seeing it as a generation to generation thingy. He’s just like my dad and now Jonathan is getting like his dad!!! *sigh*

    Anyway, I’m glad he’s my companion whom God has put together.

    ... on July May 16th, 2008
  3. andrewjune says:

    i am not the supermom you related to…first of all, i dont cook & i only do ironing once in 2 weeks! so i salute all mothers who really are super moms! (my mom is one!)
    lucky thing, my hus does help in the feeding and sterilizing the botlles…but he has not changed diapers yet!
    btw, i added your link into my blogroll 🙂

    p/s: i wonder how do you know so many things of penang? you come here often?

    ... on July May 16th, 2008
  4. Julie says:

    Andrewjune – Our husbands consider good already compared to those days where house chores are totally the wife’s job.

    I don’t go Penang often but two of my sis are staying in Ivory Plaza (right behind USM).

    ... on July May 17th, 2008
  5. andrewjune says:

    that explains why you know so much about penang 🙂
    hv a great weekend & enjoy the long hols!

    ... on July May 18th, 2008

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