A little rant
I know we women are expected to be superhuman with in built extraordinary powers to multi-task and accomplish great feats that men are simply not capable of. But I have had enough.
No one comes between me and my teh susu. At least let me finish it in peace without calls to fetch this and that, type out income tax forms, running household chores in between, answering medical questions that have been asked for the umpteenth time, making sure people take their relevant medicine because they simply can't be depended to take it on their own and making sure the kids are fed.
Is it too much to ask to help around a bit?
Most days, I do all of these fine. And don't get me wrong. I do it all willingly because it's for my family.
But some days, such as today, I just want to scream.
Within the space of fifteen minutes, I wasasked told to hang the wash, make coffee for my dad, wash the pots, fetch my mak's spectacles, finish the files of income tax, water the plants and throw out the trash.
????!!!!
I haven't even had a sip of my morning teh. And how about a simple thank you?
Especially when grown ups act like kids; leaving their shoes and all the dirt that comes with it on the recently vacuumed floor, shoes that are soggy with rain are brought in dripping and left on the floor to accumulate a pool of muddy water and orange chiffon cake crumbs are left on the sofa (not by the the kids but by grown ups). It's these little things of inconsideration that really makes me, as Rahayu would put it, darah up seh.
To top things, my new facial loofah disappears from the shower after only 6 hours of purchasing it from Body Shop. Nada. Zilch. <--insert high pitch screeching voice full of exasperation followed by audience putting their hands over ears-->
I wish I could wake up one day, go to the kitchen and see it sparkling clean instead of a load of dishes that had magically materialized overnight, see no pieces of food and spill (expecting that it will clean up by itself) and for the last time - dirty socks belong in the laundry basket, not on the floor, not on the chair - wait why do I even bother?
The last time I checked, there are 7 adults living in this house not kids.
I am in a very foul mood.
Note to self: Remember to teach my future children especially sons to do household chores. Their future wives would thank me for the training.
(photo grabbed from ana)
No one comes between me and my teh susu. At least let me finish it in peace without calls to fetch this and that, type out income tax forms, running household chores in between, answering medical questions that have been asked for the umpteenth time, making sure people take their relevant medicine because they simply can't be depended to take it on their own and making sure the kids are fed.
Is it too much to ask to help around a bit?
Most days, I do all of these fine. And don't get me wrong. I do it all willingly because it's for my family.
But some days, such as today, I just want to scream.
Within the space of fifteen minutes, I was
????!!!!
I haven't even had a sip of my morning teh. And how about a simple thank you?
Especially when grown ups act like kids; leaving their shoes and all the dirt that comes with it on the recently vacuumed floor, shoes that are soggy with rain are brought in dripping and left on the floor to accumulate a pool of muddy water and orange chiffon cake crumbs are left on the sofa (not by the the kids but by grown ups). It's these little things of inconsideration that really makes me, as Rahayu would put it, darah up seh.
To top things, my new facial loofah disappears from the shower after only 6 hours of purchasing it from Body Shop. Nada. Zilch. <--insert high pitch screeching voice full of exasperation followed by audience putting their hands over ears-->
I wish I could wake up one day, go to the kitchen and see it sparkling clean instead of a load of dishes that had magically materialized overnight, see no pieces of food and spill (expecting that it will clean up by itself) and for the last time - dirty socks belong in the laundry basket, not on the floor, not on the chair - wait why do I even bother?
The last time I checked, there are 7 adults living in this house not kids.
I am in a very foul mood.
Note to self: Remember to teach my future children especially sons to do household chores. Their future wives would thank me for the training.
(photo grabbed from ana)
Comments
And I like that Einstein photo! ;)
i guess Singapore life isnt treating you that well huh?! Sounds more like work than holiday to me.. Mel is coming next week.. You gonna be free?!
non: balik kampung for eid. msg me the dates mel will be here
i'll stalk you as well..med in russia sounds interesting
We're in the 'English medium' but since we got to 4th year, they're trying to deliver practically everything in Russian to train us so that we'll be ready for the state exam which will be conducted in Russian in the 6th slash final year. We still do have lessons in English tho, esp if we get good English speaking lecturers. If not, it's totally in Russian and I don't mean to brag but sometimes we understand them a lot better when they teach in Russian. Patients here don't speak english. So yeah it's good practice too I think.
oh yeah, 7 months of being unemployed... i get to see all those pile of dishes on the sink every morning the day after i cleaned the sink sparkling clean. yeaps gal, i so feel u...
oh yeah, 7 months of being unemployed... i get to see all those pile of dishes on the sink every morning the day after i cleaned the sink sparkling clean. yeaps gal, i so feel u...