Chronicle of being a housewife

If you've guessed it- My mum went overseas.
And I took up her role.

Yes, full time,
house chores inclusive package.

My, I can cope.
Just Mon- Wed, no problem.

My chronicle of being one..

Allow me to list my chores:

Praying, burning joss stick:

1st thing after wash up,
I've got 2 altar,
with total 8 empty cups.
Pour away old,
brew and change fresh tea for the gods.
Then burn joss stick.

While praying, my guilt came knocking.
It has been quite some time since I burn the joss stick for them.
Always leave this simple daily task to mum.
阿弥陀佛, 
thought they see us afar but think it's time to get up close.
I've forgotten you are sitting there.

May god blast me!


Washing the clothes:

The only big "gadget" I've not touched for some time.

Pouring right amount of detergent-ticked.
Operating this machine- ticked.
Everything automated,
hee hee hee I  暗爽.

When it stop, the pain starts.
Bring in the bamboo poles,
then decide which laundry go in first.
This one got pattern one hor,
suddenly my mum's voices majiam 千里传音:
"lighter weight go in first, followed by heavier ones"

Why? Because when u take out the pole,
it will be less tedious.

Must listen to the Master.

Damn annoying are the bras.
The wires keep entangling, 
I thought I'll be strangled by them.
Think I'm better off with headphone wires.

Folding the clothes:

Boring, on top of my "I don't like" list.

Alot of clothes I don't kw belongs to who.
haha.

I used to fold until very neat,
secondary school days,
with the drive, passion, and
when everything seems so fun.
So fun just to get it right.

Now as I aged seems unable to fold them straight.
Call it impatience, OR poorer eyesight.
Haiz...
It's time I retire this chore.


Sweep the floor:

I sweep sweep sweep,
such mundane movement,
I sweep until like rolling a boat.
From bedrooms, roll until toilet.
Destination seems never-ending.
Gosh, I wonder how to add spice to this.

Phewz!

Taking meals:

Of course, the one martial arts
I've rejected learning from my Master is cooking.
Thus the only place to seek enlightenment is Kopi Tiam.

I have to carry baby Charlene there.
I ordered food carrying her,
self service have to carry own plate.
The seller asking me "can anot? can anot?"
(think I carried her so near to my hip, like going to fall)

I took a seat,
with her sitting on my left thigh,
let her sit nearer to my knee,
pushing my leg out so that she couldn't reach my plate of food.

Left hand holding her waist, right hand digging food into my mouth.

GOsh, this position makes me seems so pathetic.

Boiling water:

Easy, no sweat!


Taking care of baby:

I put her in her play pen,
then I sit further from her.

Hoping she play hers & I do my work.
No crying= No carrying= Free Agent.
Wow wOw Wow!

At times, she complied.
Occasionally she looked at me innocently,
through the netting,
and she smiled.

Wah Phiang!
打温情牌,  want me to carry her hor!


Conclusion:

Kudos to all housewife.
Your job seems easy,
but the mundane can kill.

You got no clear destination, 
yet you still roll the boat everyday.
Salute to the Captain!