Confessions of an Undomestic Goddess

Phew!!! Where do I begin this housekeeping? My home is back to its tongkang pecah or sarang tikus state after Mak had helped maintain its 3-star status for 2 weeks (Mak and Bapak were with me when himself had to travel overseas for 15 days).

I felt like a spoilt princess during Mak’s 2-week stay with me; the laundry basket was practically never filled because Mak helped wash the dirty clothes including my undies (err… I confessed that I was a spoilt brat, right?) on daily basis including the folding and rearranging them into the respective categories of kawasan yang sewaktu dengan nya.

Asides from the weekends where I had brought (more like dragged) Mak and Bapak to enjoy fast foods outside, I had been enjoying home-cooked meals throughout the weekdays since Mak had prepared dinners when I reached home every day. Mak didn’t even let me clean the dirty dishes after every meal because like she said “… engkau penat baru balik keje, biar lah Mak buat…”. Again, I did mention how spoilt this brat is right?

The living room and kitchen’s floor was mopped every day that I felt like a princess stepping into a Japanese spring garden with Sakura flowers blooming every time I reached home from office. My fake orchid flowers which bloom throughout the years in the living room were free from dust, even the carpet was so smooth and comfortable because it was vacuumed almost every day.

The bedroom pillows were also so fluffy because Mak took the trouble to sunbath them during the day (those days, we the kampong folks used pillows made from kekabu which need regular sun-drying so it can remain fluffy), so much so that although my pillows are no more kekabu-based, they still felt much nicer after the sunbathing process. Even the bed sheet was washed every other day, I felt like an Arabian princess being serenaded with Hikayat Seribu Satu Malam every night I slumped into bed.

The study room where this desktop is located was also kept organised I felt like entering the West Wing in the White House every time I stepped in. Hmm… that could explain why I did not make any blog post nor blog hop that much while the room was so organised because everything was so perfect and uncluttered I had nothing gossipy to ramble in this tiny blog. Haha!

Anyhow, while this house had been transformed into a Summer Palace during that 2 week periods, although I wasn’t alone I had felt very lonely because Himself my close confidante, my punching bag was not next to me. And now that my Himself is back home, and Mak and Bapak are safely enjoying their simple life back in the kampong (I can just imagine how relieved they are now!!!), so does my Summer Palace. It is now back to its whatever sorry state it was original.

Now if you will excuse me I need to find where or even whether I actually do have that magic broom and mop that Mak had used to transform this tiny space into that dreamy 2-week Summer Palace.

Argh!!!