A Day in the Kitchen

well..almost....
So it's Sunday.. the plans is to sleep until noon probably 2pm then have breakfast, be lazy, watch TV, til day end. Really easy right? Well it didn't work out that way.
My mom woke me up at 8am to drop her somewhere. I got home at 8:30am and really hungry so I decided to make me some tea and a small plain sandwich. After eating I stayed up reading a book. My phone rings at noon my cousin calling saying she will stop by to get the red shirt. When she come at about 1pm we stay up talk for a while then I asked her if she wanted me to make something for her. She left it up to me. So I made her a stuffed tuna omelette's. Which she really loved because she kept asking me what were the ingredients I used to make it. We hangout doing petty stuff.
At 4pm i get a call from my other three cousins. it's SOS they are starving and in die need of food. So, I told then I'll make some food for them. I put on my chef hat again, and started my third meal of the day. Made some chicken, rice, and some side dishes. Which they enjoyed. Hangout after that until 8pm... then I finely had a chance to be lazy, watch TV then go to bed.... By that time it was 11pm
Not bad for a Sunday huh? :-) Still I loved all the cooking I did.

Was lost but now found

The most amazing thing happened this weekend. My mom found her long lost sister.
They havent' seen each other in almost 15 years. My mom actually tought she didn't have anymore family left. The reason being that she is from East Africa and my dad is from West africa. We lived in Senegal for the past 6 years before we came to the united states. To make a long story short. Upon moving to West africa my mom lost contact with her family. Just couple weeks ago we were talking about her family. Well, my family too. I always wanted to know about my maternal side of the family but I never got the chance. The last time I saw my grand mother I was only 2 years old. I don't even remember. My mom only tells me stories of our visit there. I wish I could remember thought. She died 9 years ago and I never got a chance to really meet and know her. Her father past away when she was younger. Back to good news.
Mom has been excited out of her mind these day. She barely sleeps. I bid her good night at almost 1 or 2 in the morning and she stays up until 3 or 4 am sometimes so she can talk to her sister and her niece. Due to the time difference.
I am excited for her too. I mean I always wondered but somehow I just got used to knowing my dad's side of the family. Which is really really big. More like 3 villages into one. She was so worried that they wouldn't be able to understand each other. My mom forgot how to speak Swahili & another local dialect which they used to comunicate in. But, she couldn't wait for the morning to come so she can call my new found Aunt. Don't worry. They can communicate in a different language that they all understand.
She is already planning a trip this coming year so they can see eachoter again.
Life is so crazy. Last month I didn't even know that my family was about to biggy size.
I am also glad that the guilt trip my mom used to put on me is no longer valid.
This is what she used to say when she got upset " I can't beleive you did or acted or said what you said. You and your siblings are the only people that I have in this world. And you would do such thing." (plus shake her head) That sentence used to get me every time. I don't think it's going to work anymore. :)