It has been nearly 3 weeks since my maid upped and left. And how have I been you ask..? Just fine…thank you.
Let me give you a brief once over. I have been doing laundry at least once a day. I have learnt to prepare pre-cooked meals, I began to get to know the ironing board once again, I get the boys to help fold the clothes.
I plan my days now. And I plan them as well as I possibly can. I go to the extent of laying the breakfast bowl, cereal box and vitamin bottles on the table before I go to bed, I lay Haqim’s school shoes and bag by the front door. I have everyone’s clothes laid out the night before too and prepare Haqim’s lunch box and Arief’s meal for the next day.
But if there is one thing I miss, it’s cooking. I enjoy cooking as a form of de-stressing myself. To me baking and trying out new recipes is extremely therapeutic. But I cooked, she cleaned. So now, with VERY limited time on my hands, I can’t seem to manage anything fancier than nasi goreng. I miss making all kinds of meals and snacks. And I miss my own carrot cake. Hubby brushes it off, saying it’s not important…hmmph…what does he know.
Basically, I still cook, though not as much as I would like, I clean, though I have cheats there (mom’s or mil’s maid comes in at least once a week..hey, I have to be smart about it ok), I make sure my 13yo does his share of the chores, hubby washes the car and takes out the trash and life has never been this bliss at home..!
Am I superwoman..? Most certainly not..! Am I tired..? Oh yes I am..But the house is clean and my days are no longer punctuated with “Aaniii….kamu ni…”
But come Ramadhan…hmmm….this year my precious is already in Tahun 1 which means we leave the house early and he has began to fast since last year. So for the moment, I am rather uncertain how I will manage my days; in between all the regular activities - the berbuka, the tarawikh, the sahur.
Hmmm…a daunting thought but hey, the tough should just get going huh…yea rite…
Let me give you a brief once over. I have been doing laundry at least once a day. I have learnt to prepare pre-cooked meals, I began to get to know the ironing board once again, I get the boys to help fold the clothes.
I plan my days now. And I plan them as well as I possibly can. I go to the extent of laying the breakfast bowl, cereal box and vitamin bottles on the table before I go to bed, I lay Haqim’s school shoes and bag by the front door. I have everyone’s clothes laid out the night before too and prepare Haqim’s lunch box and Arief’s meal for the next day.
But if there is one thing I miss, it’s cooking. I enjoy cooking as a form of de-stressing myself. To me baking and trying out new recipes is extremely therapeutic. But I cooked, she cleaned. So now, with VERY limited time on my hands, I can’t seem to manage anything fancier than nasi goreng. I miss making all kinds of meals and snacks. And I miss my own carrot cake. Hubby brushes it off, saying it’s not important…hmmph…what does he know.
Basically, I still cook, though not as much as I would like, I clean, though I have cheats there (mom’s or mil’s maid comes in at least once a week..hey, I have to be smart about it ok), I make sure my 13yo does his share of the chores, hubby washes the car and takes out the trash and life has never been this bliss at home..!
Am I superwoman..? Most certainly not..! Am I tired..? Oh yes I am..But the house is clean and my days are no longer punctuated with “Aaniii….kamu ni…”
But come Ramadhan…hmmm….this year my precious is already in Tahun 1 which means we leave the house early and he has began to fast since last year. So for the moment, I am rather uncertain how I will manage my days; in between all the regular activities - the berbuka, the tarawikh, the sahur.
Hmmm…a daunting thought but hey, the tough should just get going huh…yea rite…
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