Sometimes I wonder whether I live in MY house or in my relative'S private hotel. lol :)). Alhamdulillah, we do get a break from guests for a week or even for months sometimes ;) but when the season starts almost every week is booked. We live in Tashkent and all of our relatives live in Ferghana Valley and we have big family which means even if one relative will come to Tashkent once in a year we can have new guest for every single day. I may be exaggerating but truly sometimes I feel like maid in Hotel Uzbekistan. And our guests do not come for a day, they at least stay couple of days.
We live in apartment which means every room is close to each other and everybody can hear who is going to toilet and who is taking a shower. Do you know how uncomfortable it is to get fully dressed right after taking a shower in a very narrow bathroom? And I miss going to toilet without publicly announcing it when there are male guests. When there are male guests they sit in living room with closed doors. But since I have a toddler who likes to run around the house the door is usually open, and when I need to go to toilet I have to ask my husband to close it so that I can pass the corridor to enter the toilet. And the flash, don't ask how loud it gets when flashing our toilet! lol.
Whole day I spend cooking and cooking then cooking and then cleaning and then washing the dishes, preparing the bed and then again I may be cleaning or cooking.
Alhamdulillah. I know I sound like very bad hostess right now but I really do my best to welcome my guests and until now I have heard only thanks from my guests and my husband is pleased with the way I treat our guests. And these are all due to Allaah's help. Allaah gives me sabr and strength and positiveness. But I'm human being, I get tired, exhausted, upset. I too want to have my own time if not for myself then for my son. I see how other mother's take care of their children, how much they teach and how they spent all of their time for their kids. I feel bad for not being able to give attention to my son. I feel guilty in front of him. I've promised myself to read at least on page of Qur'an everyday, but I can't keep up to that promise. When at the end of the day I open the book to read, as soon as I read I feel sleepy. :((.