Being Maidless
Not that I'm complaining, I'm enjoying my freedom of maid-related problems.
For the first 28 years of my life I have NEVER lived without the convenience of a domestic help, except, well, few months gap here and there.
So when in 2011, the aChieaJanie family moved to a little place we call our own, I was, needless to say, VERY overwhelmed by the amount house chores, from being maidless had presented me. Pressure oi. The fact that my husband is a neat freak quadrupled my stress level.
But thank God he's not the lazy neat-freak.
When there were just three of us the chores was manageable, each had his own task to do, Ach with the laundry, me with cooking and general cleaning, Kimi with keeping the house mess-free. At that time, the house was neat, well, most of the time.
Fast forward 2 years later when Hadi came into our lives (he's such a great joy!), I was having a hard time coping up with the house chores. Between changing diapers, work, dinners and going through Kimi's schoolwork, I had little time to do anything else. Even Ach and I, very few meaningful conversation happened between us husband and wife besides exchanges along the lines of "tolong pegang adik", "tolong gosok baju", "jangan lupa bayar bil sekolah kimi" and "Yayang dah makan?"
Although the house is in a constant mess, we sometimes had to unearth the laundry basket for shirts to wear, I can only feed my family either tapau-ed food or the simplest food that I could produce in my kitchen under half-hour (i'm not efficient in the kitchen), I would never, ever, consider taking a live-in maid.
Because you know, it is the morning chase, rushed dinners, sifting through the laundry basket that make my family, a family. That make my life, a life.
Really, what is the point of this entry again?
Probably none, sometimes writing things down make you realise things you could not otherwise see.
I am thankful for a house to clean, a husband to bebel at me, and kids to be taken care of.
Cliché. Yes.
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