Boring Mak Aii ..

Hari ini hari Khamis.

Esok last puasa, lepas tu nak Raya.  Tapi saya masih diopis.  Dah namanya kuli, kena la berlagak like one.  Sob sob sob!  Tapi saya tak kisah sangat la actuallynya, sebab dah ada deal dengan MrGart.  Andes, the pembantu rumah sekarang sedang berhorey-horey di kampungnya di Pekan Baru, Indonesia.  Sementara, kami majikannya masih bekerja and saya rasa MrGart at this point in time is trying to figure out which setting does the washing machine set on a normal day.

Hmm.  Tapi takpe.  Saya lebih rela terpaksa bertungkus-lumus takde help rather than have a helper during Raya monyok aje.

Anyway.  Semalam & hari ini turn MrGart jaga anak-anak dirumah.  He he he!

Semalam aku balik rumah, phew!  Nasib baik masih boleh nampak lantai.  Terer jugak MrGart pick up after the kids.  Although  I learned later, he’s lost his voice from too much jerkah-ing and yelling.  Apa ra!  Baru satu hari.

Anyway.

Sungguh boring hari ini.  Saya ingat kejap lagi nak pegi cari baju raya.  Saya takde baju rayalagi. Uwaaa! Nak pegi potong rambut seround.  Tapi kejap lagi dah jajni dengan MrGart to go pik my car up from the mechanics.  Camana ye ?

Well.  I think there’ll be more posts today.  Till then.

Life’s Like That

Am just reminded that this Saturday my helper’s going home for her Raya for two weeks.  Quickly made a call to my mom, to enlist her to watch the kids on Saturday while me and MrGart drove all the way to Melaka Port to send Andes.

Really.  Friends have frowned when I said she’s going back for Raya.  Especially when she was home for 2 weeks in May this year.  Since this year is the 5th year she’s with us. I’ve  struck a deal with her.  You work with me a full year, I’ll give you 2 months’ salary as bonus and you get to go home twice in a year, two weeks each time.

I know it’s a lot.  But she’s really good.  The kids get along well with her.  But not close enough to be called anak bibik.  My kids are never THAT close to our helpers.  I won’t let them.  I’m that possessive.

But she has a level head on her shoulders.  Her husband left her and her 3 big kids a long time ago and she needed money to live.  She’s not into man and stuff and she’s rather sensible.  The house is a haven with her around.  Not a speck of dust around.  Until the kids come home and trash the place, which she patiently picks up after again and again and again.

One little snag though.  She sucks at cooking.  After 5 years, she can only cook ayam masak kicap.  Remember the ikan masin acar buah?  The fresh kerabu daun ceylom I bought which she heated and the dauns got so layu.  But then again, it’s my fault really.  I never stressed on her to cook.  All meals are prepared by me and cooked by me, with little sharing.  Sungguh kurang manis, actually.  I’d rather my family eats off my air tangan, than the maid’s.  Even if I have Ariz on my hips, stirring the kurma daging.

Anyway.  I’m sure we’ll survive the 2 weeks without Andes.  We’ve done it before.  I always thought I’d go nuts with the mess and the demands of the kids which all spell mess.  But once we’re at it, it all comes naturally.  The kids will get a little annoyed that they have to do chores and pick up after themselves, but they’re supposed to ANYWAY.  I don’t want to breed a lazy lot.  I had maids picking up after me when I was growing up and I think I’m alright.  Guess, my mom’s way righted me, alright.

Well.  Pick pick pick.  I hope I won’t yell as much as I think I will.  I’m out to prove myself wrong here.  Wish me luck.

I Do Try But ..

A friend said to me last week.

Anak dan isteri adalah fitnah dunia.

This was a response to my explaining why I haven’t been to the mosque for terawih prayers.  Not in this year, or even for the past many years.

It got thinking actually.  Have I been obsessed with my children all this while that I’ve been neglecting what my religious obligations are?  Have I been too consumed  with the care of kids that I’ve forgotten what my pillars are ?

But I think I need to put things into perspectives here.  Terawih is sunat, a strong one.  Pardon my lack of better words.  But I feel that if I were to go nightly, I’d be leaving my children in the care of the helper who is already with them throughout the day.  And that can’t be fun.  You see, I’m a working mother.  I leave my kids at 7am and return at 6pm and I don’t wish to spend any minute once I’m home away from them.  And it’s not a mighty long time.  It’s a mere 5 hours before they sleep.  So, am I being selfish ?
So, I asked Mosh Tino.

She said to me slowly that.  The fitnah part is right.  But anak-anak is amanah to you.  And women tidak disyaratkan ke masjid.  Apalagi bila kita perempuan gaduh ke masjid, dah membuatkan tak cukup ruang untuk kaum lelaki.

Dan satu lagi.  Boleh, bukan tak boleh bawak anak-anak ke masjid.  Ramai jugak yang bawak helper ke masjid untuk jaga anak sementara ibunya sembahyang.   Bukan aku tak nak, but sungguh pelik & takbetul pulak rasanya if I bring the helper to rumah Allah, untuk bekerja.  Besar sangat kah aku?  Bukankh kita semua hamba Allah juga?

Nak bawak anak-anak pun, bertempatlah rasanya.  tengok saje si Ariz tu.  Jenuh riuh masjid kalau dia pergi.  Berlari kesana-kesini.  Panjat atas, merangkak bawah.  Adani pulak asyik suka menjerit.  Elok aku pergi nak buat ibadat, dapat dosa sebab jemaah lain tak khusyuk.

So, this is my resolution.  I’ll continue my terawih at home.  Where the kids can do what they want without disturbing others.  MrGart can go to the mosque.  Until my kids are bigger, I think I’ll be with them.  They need me more at home.  And meriah is not what I’m after.  And I think if I go because to kejar meriah, niatnya sudah berubah.

Allahualam.

Losing My Touch

I dunno why.  But lately blogging has lost its appeal to me.

Maybe it’s because of the frustrations of destruction of efx2.  Further compounded by the efx2blogs which is inaccessible by me during the working hours.  It’s really hair-tearing and frustrating when all I wanna do is post an entry but I don’t even see the box when I can type the entry.  Just the title.  Sigh!

Moshimoshi said that I should post entries from home.  Maybe I should but home is where I unwind and collect stories to blog about.  Home is also a hard to blog venue, simply because I will have too many people calling me all over the house.  Unlike Moshimoshi I guess.  Men! (jangan marah ye Mosh!)

And plus, this is the fasting month.  I’d be slumped in the sofa by 11pm on a nightly basis.  All because Ariz is still perky at that hour.   I don’t do much reading these days too.

So, I guess I’ll stick to this.  WordPress had kinda grown on me.  I love its clean and neat lines.  Minimalists, I’d say.

Anyways.

This is what I think I wanna do.  I’ll stick to this.  And I’ll pour my energy into this again.  I love to blog.  I love even more to read the posts I wrote 3 years ago and marvel at how changed the world has been and how I have changed, for the better or the worse.