Showing posts with label mom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mom. Show all posts

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Housework

After reading For One More Day, I decided not to take my mom for granted. I helped her with the housework today. I am fully aware of all the tasks she needs to do and how unappreciative me, sis and dad have been.

Housework is not only physically demanding – you can really sweat buckets in 1 hour – it also requires some strategic planning. Otherwise you will be wasting time and precious resources.

I can understand her frustration all these years. Imagine being alone from 8 A.M to about 7 P.M. every weekday. You cook, clean, mend broken stuffs on your own. In your spare time, you meet up with what few friends you have for coffee or some shopping. Your kids and husband come home and take your efforts for granted. They complaint when some of their stuffs are misplaced. They do it when they find the same food for dinner again. And again when they can’t find that shirt/blouse/socks they want.

During weekends, when you thought the kids can spend some time with you or help out with some chores, they go out with friends or sit in front of computer watching mindless videos or playing useless games. Your husband wants to read newspaper and play Sudoku. When you talk to them, they take your nagging like poison to the ears. Blah, blah, blah.

I don’t blame my mom for blowing up every now and then. She is doing what domestic helpers are doing today and she doesn’t get paid. Above all, she still has to be a wife and mom. She has made a lot of sacrifices, but is unappreciated and gets complaints. She is home alone for a good 55 hours per week and feeling tired all the time. If something happens to her, no one will know. That is pretty lonely and dangerous.

I think 2 other factors that made her frustrated would be (A) house is too big and (B) cumbersome furniture. My house is a 135 meters square 5 room and it’s nothing like the small pigeon holes HDB build these days. To clean it in 1 day is too tiring. My mom has staggered her cleaning schedule (sweep today, mop tomorrow) but it’s still taking a toll on her body.

The furniture is not being helpful either. The usual sofa, coffee table, beds, tables, chairs all get in the way. If you still live with your parents, you will understand what I’m saying. The bigger it is the more durable and steady. There is some furniture that’s the same age as my sis.

My future home will have a “leg-less” concept. Anything that can be mounted on the wall will go there. If it can’t be mounted, it’s got to have wheels. It makes the cleaning so much easier. Walls will be white. . Some nice art work or painting will provide the much needed color.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Houdini has done it again

I was walking to the bus-stop this morning when my mum called.

Puzzled, I picked up the call, wondering what was so important that she had to call me 3 minutes after I left the house.

ME: Hello?

MOM : 小慧!你的老鼠跑出来了!(Girl! Your hamster has come out!)

ME: Huh?!

MOM: 你忘记把老鼠笼的门关起来!(You forgot to close the hamsters' cage door!)

I have 5 hamsters at home, and they live in 3 cages (1 double storey) in the kitchen. 3 girls and 2 boys. All the girls are separated; as they fight (females are indeed more vicious). The boys are more tolerant of each other.

Mom described the escapee as “darker”. Hyper is darker than Chip the roommate. Like Houdini, Hyper has a passion for escape acts. He has been doing it since he was 2 months old.

This time, I was the assistant. I left the cage door open after feeding them. My mom doesn’t have the same fervor with the hamsters as the rest of the family. So I can only imagine the reaction on her face when confronted with an open cage door with only 1 hamster inside.

But it wasn’t the open cage door that caught her attention. She was bending down to pick up a pile of dirty laundry next to the cages, when she saw a black furry figure moving on top. Her immediate reaction was to drop everything and bolt.

Later, she realized the serious consequence if Hyper was not returned to the cage (he may try to jump down the pipe again; that’s another story). So very unwillingly, she grabbed the dirty towel with him inside, and threw him back into the cage.

My mom is pretty cool with the whole episode. She was so proud of herself as she reenacts the scene.

I guess all moms are the same. They claimed they don’t like your pet, but in the end, they worry about your pet more than you do.

I love my mom.