How the house sucks the life out of the wife

Scary stuffs, I tell you. Like a horror movie, slowly unfolding…..layer by layer….

If I am not careful, soon I will walk around like a zombie. When the house sucks the life out of me, that will be the day when the world ends….

Since I was small, I never have visions of playing housewife nor do I like to play masak-masak. The only reason I played with my neighbour was because we get to build real fire and boiling all those herbs we picked from the kampung. So, it was more playing with fire than playing housewife, cooking, you know?

There was one time when after playing, I scrambled home, leaving the mess for my neighbour to clear. Since then, she refused to play with me anymore.

Hey, I wasn’t cut out to clean houses, you know? I will become a deranged woman, a bad mother and a nagging wife if I have to do it from dawn to dusk. I can then kiss goodbye to my 60 pairs of earrings, truckloads of make-up and my nail polishes. Earrings are my passion so I think I will buy myself a few more pairs to overcome this nightmare of being sucked into the house, minus the life.

Thank God my hubby can afford a part-time helper who is more like a sister to me. (she is hubby’s niece, btw) She has been coming to my house 2-3 times a week for the last 14 years, I think. Back then, I was a full-time working mom. Then, when I stopped working, she continues.

Scary stuffs. This housewife thing. It will slowly enveloped me and turn me into a one-dimensional person. Like those bunch at the little vegetable stall. I met a couple of them zombies this morning. All they talk is where to find the best tuition centre. And the bunch I met the other day at the hair salon is also ‘where to find the best tuition centre’. Niamah, got no other life than talking about children issit? I see my children everyday, the last I want to talk about is how they are doing in school, which subject they are weak at yadda yadda yadda. I’d rather talk to myself through my own blog, thank you very much.

And I forget to mention. There is no wrath like a housewife scorned. The other day, my neighbour on the first floor wrecked her glass window panes, her husband’s car, threw all his stuffs down to the ground floor from the window and according to my #13 years old son, she even whacked the husband with a mop handle at the car park. He witnessed it because he was coming back from school. I didn’t go out and video the thing eventhough I was very, very tempted. I was too lazy to put on a bra, you see.

Aiks! It is 11.44 am. Time to run and pick the little boy from kindie!

Housewife. Scary word.

14 thoughts on “How the house sucks the life out of the wife

  1. thats why I’m working..hahahaa!! As much as i love to stay home with my kids, i don’t think i can stay sane having to do all the house chores and hold the ‘housewife’ title..later jadi sot!! hehee
    Next time, no need to put on bra mah..just cover use towel then capture the precious moment..hahaha

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  2. Ya… housewife is a scary thing!! I cannot imagine myself doing all the housewifey things… the kids, the food, the house, the tea parties… Urgh!! NO way!!

  3. Definitely more to life than which tuition centre, kids etc… not that we don’t love our kids but there are many other events happening in the world to talk about.

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  4. I think housewife is a scary thing too. Our #1 got into Standard One this year, different bunch of parents, compared to parents of baby & toddler daycare(they like to form cliques=gang). There is a mother of #1 classmate, we don’t even know her name, she tried to leave her son in our care during a school gathering. Later episode, she even have the guts to call us to compare homework last minute (t’was like 16 hours) before exam. Latest episode, she was trying to find our which daycare our #1 goes to. She seems irresponsible and knows how to use people to her advantage. I don’t belong to any mom-gang, teacher-gang (ha! ha! ha! mom-gangsters, teacher gangsters), I like to be on my own, trying to cope and decide independently but not, not helpful. Being too helpful invites trouble as well…

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  5. Yr article really caught me at rite time, been feeling blue though i’m the one who upgrade myself to stay at home. Been wandering aimlessly at home, playground, wet market, shopping complexes….Now i know its ok to dig out the credit card!!!

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  6. I hate Fridays & i love Mondays. Terbalik for ‘sane’ people. That is b’cos, on Sat & Sunday i have to do house chores from morning to past lunch time, non-stop!, plus entertaining my 4 kids. Adoi!!! very very tiring. From Monday onward I’ll be in the office & no need to do hse chores. kah kah kah…..

  7. I also never had the urge to play house or masak-masak as a kid. When it came time to playing house, the boys would be the papa and I would argue with them about why I have to play mama… I want to go out and get $$ too. Kekekeke..

    Thank goodness my mom didn’t turn out to be a zombie too. She nearly became one but had her own little business to run and left us to be latch-key kids for a while. 😉

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  8. Lilian, you are no housewife. You are a mother, wife and blogger. That’s why some foreign workers also go crazy and whack people.

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