the moment I wake up.
Countdown to Wedding Day: 1haven't been able to get peace eversince I opened my eyes this morning. I woke up in panic because my mother burst into the room and shouted EH 10 ALREADY 10 ALREADY. seriously, her kids are all in our 20s and she needs to realise that her techniques are getting old. why? because when she woke us up it was actually 9.30. that's right- my own mother cheats. and she's not good at hiding it.
so now 2 of her 3 (4, maybe 5?) sisters are here at home helping out. what I don't understand is why there is so much cooking, because we are hiring almost everything that can be hired. cooks, wedding planners, kendarats, ushers, decoraters. plus it is already so noisy at home when there are only 3 other women in the house. before my sister left for work (lucky witch), she looked at me with pure innocence and asked "why do they have to speak in a sing-song voice?" to which I replied "I don't knooowww" and then I stopped myself from saying anything else because I realise I, too, was starting to sound like them.
maybe there is too much nurturing in this house. I wish I were naturally normal. just normal.
okay but who am I kidding? I love my aunts. you'd think coming from a rather patriarchal family the women wouldn't be as oustanding, but they are. in fact I think the women in my family hold all of us together more than the men. maybe it's because I don't understand some of my mother's brothers.
wow I swear it just got louder in this house. I always wonder if I'll turn out like Mum, and there is this teeny tiny possibility that I will. I am already shrill and high-strung like her on some days. thank God my father is calm, goofy and patient, because today Mum will turn on her Mother Goose Radar (not as friendly as it sounds) and shoot chores for me to do, and I badly need someone to be my manly shield.
