motherhood fails me or i fail in motherhood.
this is my post-mother’s day rant. because i can’t seem to write something nice and lovely on mother’s day. because i had such a crap that day and i was such a crap that day and meg was such not-so-nice that day.
i really do admire those mothers who can say something nice and dreamy of being a mother but i just can’t i. before having kids, i have this wonderful imagination of being a mother — beautiful kids, genius kids, behave/godfearing kids, kissing and cuddling your kids, reading books before bedtime, teaching them abc’s, 123’s, making artworks together with them, and all those nice stuffs.