Taking A Break To Breathe Is All I Need
Posted: Saturday, December 24, 2011
by Hilda Cang
Taking a break is all I need right now and I can even smell the hissing sound of the oven to protest for a break after being manipulated to bake cakes night and day by my daughter this whole month of December and I can tell, by the look of her face that she too, needs a break so desperately to this Christmas Eve.
It is a hobby in the beginning, and then the hobby becomes a source of easy side income for her. I was actually the one who asked her to quit her 9-5 job to stay home after she gave birth to a baby as I have always loved the idea of working from home myself. I don't have to listen to anybody's command to do something that bored me . I love to be my own boss and do things I love doing but baking ain't my cup of tea either. This is solely my daughter's passion. I am not involved and I don't know how basically, but I do give her a hand along this mainly with the trivial bits.
Before 15th Dec, my daughter said to me that she would not do any cake from 24th - 25th, enough is enough and any last minute order would have to be rejected despite who. I leak out a little bit secret here, she's still baking some biscuits right now on 24th Dec, Christmas Eve and early this morning, 2 cakes had been delivered. We have to attend church later at 8pm.
It's not that she broke her vow to accept new orders but it's the shortage of time she has for the tedious decoration and drawings on the cakes. People will want anything weird on their cakes. Some are disdain to elaborate while many are Angry Birds, Mickey Mouse & Friends, Smurfs, Transformer, Thomas the Train and even Mr. Bean......
I hint to her when we both get so worn out that bakery business isn't meant to be forever. It takes up so much time and so little enjoyment. Money is good but where is the sleep and joy ? She sometimes skips sleep through the night to do decoration when her 2 years old daughter won't let her rest until the wee hours. I give her a hand as much as I can and it's tiring.
The other day, we took little Shan out to do some shopping and there was a giant Santa Claus handing out candies to kids who shook hands with him. My granddaughter cried out loud, " Oh, My God. I want to go home. " and buried her face in my shoulder trying not to make any eye contact with the Santa Claus. We had a good laugh by her funny remark. This was quite a good anti-depressant for us both and we had a happy shopping spree.
Getting late and I can she is still busy right now. Time to call all these a day and take a deep breath to welcome Christmas.
This Article has been viewed 811 times. (Not updated in real-time.)
No comments yet.We want your comments! If you can read this, you don't have javascript enabled, so you can't use this comment system. Please enable javascript.