Dedicated to those who NEVER have time.<\/p>\n
Once upon a time, there lived a girl named Viktorija.<\/p>\n
She dreamed of becoming a lawyer.
\nDid she ever, even once, think about what fate might actually have in store for her?
\nNEVER!<\/p>\n
Back when she had just gotten married and was looking for a family nest with her husband,
\nour fairytale V. confidently declared, loud and clear,
\nthat she was a city person,
\nand that a small apartment was \u201cmore than enough\u201d for her life.<\/p>\n
And a house\u2014with all the gardening and planting that comes with it\u2014
\nshe would
\nNEVER
\never need.<\/p>\n
Today, pulling out an almost full bucket of newly grown weeds,
\nshe caught herself tending the edge of the yard\u2026 without even complaining.<\/p>\n
And she had just returned from inspecting her rose bushes full of buds:
\n\u201cThey\u2019ll bloom, my beauties,\u201d she whispered softly and sincerely in her thoughts.<\/p>\n
The same woman who once promised she would NEVER miss gardens or vegetable patches.<\/p>\n
Many years ago, on a sunny October morning,
\nthat same Viktorija became a mother.<\/p>\n
That very day, she swore she would never have more children.
\nNEVER.<\/p>\n
As snow gently fell and January frost tightened its grip,
\nher arms were filled with her second life gift.<\/p>\n
After experiencing \u201clife with two kids\u201d and all its parades of chaos,
\nshe loudly declared left and right that she would NEVER do \u201cthis kind of fun\u201d again.<\/p>\n
As summer heat faded,
\nshe sat like a little cupcake in her husband\u2019s car
\non the way to welcome the third one.<\/p>\n
After promising everyone she would NEVER become a mother of many.<\/p>\n
On a Sunday evening,
\nour story\u2019s heroine Viktorija,
\nafter taking baby My out of the bathtub placed in her bedroom\u2014
\nwhere she had once said children would
\nNEVER
\nbathe\u2026<\/p>\n
and would NEVER splash pink foam all over the walls\u2026<\/p>\n
was now on her knees,
\nwiping up puddles:
\n\u201cOh mom, somehow the water splashed out.\u201d<\/p>\n
While she was cleaning,
\nbefore she even managed to dress My,
\nhe happily peed all over the freshly made Sunday bed.<\/p>\n
The same bed she had already remade that morning
\nafter the exact same \u201caccident.\u201d<\/p>\n
And that very morning, she had firmly told herself
\nthat she would NEVER leave him naked on the bed again.<\/p>\n
While dealing with the aftermath of the second accident\u2026
\nher ears caught the voice of Patricija,
\nstill bathing in the tub she would NEVER use:<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, your bathtub is like a slide!\u201d<\/p>\n
Before she could even say \u201cdon\u2019t you dare\u2026\u201d
\nshe heard a loud splash
\nand water landing everywhere\u2014<\/p>\n
on the walls that were NEVER supposed to get splashed,
\nand the floors that were so afraid of water.<\/p>\n
I remember it like it was today\u2014
\nwhen we were deciding on this interior detail,
\nI confidently explained that
\nthe kids have their own shower cabin,
\nand in my bedroom bathroom they would
\nNEVER organize water attractions.<\/p>\n
Wishing you a very good-mood Monday.
\nOn Mondays, the little boutique NEVER works.<\/p>\n
P.S. Do you NEVER have time? Especially on Mondays?
\nBut\u2026 you read this whole \u201cbedsheet-length\u201d story to the end, didn\u2019t you?<\/p>\n
Now you should be smiling.<\/p>\n
V.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-17687","istorija","type-istorija","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija\/17687","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/istorija"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17687"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}