We had dinner with atm’s school mates from Form 6. Boy, oh boy, one of them is a pastor! Gee, gotta say grace before meals. Phew…the grace is so long! Thank God, I did not attack the food before that. Or else where am I going to put my face. Hahahahaha!
Ok, this is about maids. They are all in their mid 40s, established in career, kids grown up and all that. They have TWO maids! And yesterday is definitely not a right time for me to hear about maids.
Because my part-time helper is not around and my house is breeding flies and maggots (ok, exaggerate a bit la). Usually, every Monday and Thursday will see her cleaning my ceiling fans right up to changing bed sheets. With the kids around the whole day, the house is quadruple messy.
So, *sniff, sniff* other people has TWO maids wor. And me leh? I am stuck to my policy of no maids. And that means, I gotta clean the house myself.
After dinner and the funeral wake, I returned home. Stuck to blogging for a while (priority leh) and by the time I have time to clean up some mess, it was already 3am. Not that I am sleepy because I napped in the afternoon. But washing dishes, pots and pans at 3am in the morning may give the neighbour the impression that I am a cuckoo case with a serious case of OCB. Who in the world bring out the thrash (rubbish chute) at 3am in the morning? Ghosts got la.
So, I decided to go to bed. Told my teeange son to bring the rubbish to the grill door so that the father can drop them on his way to work the next morning. Just for fun, I told him, pick up the cushions on the floor, mop the floor, finish washing the dirty dishes and clean the whole house.
I said ‘Just for fun’ because I am very sure he is going to ‘forget’ just like most of the time.
But he must have the ‘just for fun’ mood last night. This morning when I woke up, the dishes are washed, floor mopped, rubbish no more and even the dining table is neat! Woo hoo! This is the most pleasant surprise in a long time! (During school hols, my kids sleep in the afternoon and remains awake at night. The thrill of not sleeping regular hours.)
So, who needs maids? I have teenagers. Well-trained but service erratic. The reward – a home-made lasagna. And a big thank you plus the joke, “Wah, I thought I am in the wrong house this morning when I woke up.”