'Tι Ομο'φο Φεγγά'ι!!!'

It was a typical weekday.

I woke up in the morning with the rude sound of both my alarm clocks..I've started setting two of them the last two weeks or so..waking up has gotten as difficult as falling asleep has..i wonder what the next step will be...

After all the domestic chores were finished(phase one),the children returned from school and the next phase of the day started..reading,writing,refereeing the arguments between the two younger ladies of the house, negotiations with the older one of the three whether he could go for a quick round at the Internet cafe with his friends even though it was a school day...

Phase three then started which is made up of everything that exists outside the house..the swimming team,guitar lessons,polo practice,my private lessons,the supermarket and whatever else had found its own way on my list of things to do during the course of the day.

During all of these three stages, my mind follows its own course..what has to be paid when and how much..deadlines..what the hell i am going to cook the next day..i really do need to call my hairdresser to fix my hair again..the question of why i miss him so much if i 'think' I'm not in love with him anymore (read my other posts..i refer to him a lot)..is that a wrinkle around my eyes?..don't forget the dentist appointment..change the sheets..god girl!!go get your legs waxed..did i remember to turn off the iron before i left home?..and on and on and on...

When i finally got home that evening at around ten o'clock,I'm not exaggerating when i say that i was feeling a little bit more than just sorry for myself as i carried my bag,two huge swimming bags,two bags from the supermarket,my car and house keys and at the same time trying hold my youngest daughter's hand who has become quite a bit of a rebel lately and thinks she can 'dash' across the street while 'safely' avoiding the cars..

As we finally touched ground on the wide pavement in front of our house,my daughter looked up in the sky and said to me.."κοιτα μαμα τι ομοφο ειναι το φεγγάι!" (ειναι καπως ψευδη και δεν λεει το 'ρ' πολλες φορες..ειναι μικρη ακομη..4 χρονων..θα διορθωθει..ελπιζω..).

I looked at her at moment. How many other times had i told her the same thing i wondered..enough for her to do it on her own though..i felt like all χαζομαμαδες do...proud..

i hadn't noticed the moon..i hadn't noticed a lot of things that day actually..i was too caught up with everything else,in things which i 'thought' were the most important on my 'list of things not to forget'..how wrong i was...

I dropped all the things i was carrying at that point on the pavement and looked up at the moon. It wasn't a full moon..it looked like a cookie with a bite missing but at that point i thought it was one of the most beautiful moons i had ever seen..

you see ,it doesn't matter what you see really..its just a matter of perception..they do say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder..what a beautiful moon it was...