All good things must come to an end

Yes, I am afraid to say that all good things really do come to an end. For me it was the holidays, for mum...it was her smoothies.

The holidays will officially be over in 1 hour, and 24 minutes. The long days under the sun(the florescent light bulb of our study), sipping coconut juice,( slowly forcing down mum's gag worthy concoctions which she calls smoothies), have been well spent.

My mum's smoothies, yes. You see, my mum goes through these fad diets. No, no, there not the unhealthy, pill diets, protein shake, lemon detox stuff. But they're other stupid stuff, like her latest, a smoothie diet. So what she does is, for her main meals she drinks smoothies. But wait! Let me tell you that the word smoothie is a definite euphemism. (I love that word). She thinks that anything blended together into a liquid form tastes good. Her latest blend was ginger, coriander lemon, mint, (yea yea it sounds good so far), pumpkin, tofu, carrot and beetroot (I warned you). Sometimes she adds avocado or nuts and it turns out thick and creamy, kind of like vomit after you've had pea soup. Sorry, did you have dinner?

But my dear mother was having a blast and so I was happy. I mean, imagine watching a 5 year old playing with play dough. Its hilarious. She was constantly blending away, creating new potions, and bubbling toils of trouble in her blender...until I got to it. I KNOW! I.AM.TERRIBLE! I broke her blender! Not on purpose of course. I just wanted to have a go at blending my own smoothies and I ended up breaking her only source of happiness in this dreary world of working motherhood. I am a horrible horrible daughter.

All good things must come to an end. But I didn't want to be the one who made it that way!