Mrs Wash-a-lot

Hmm… I remembered being an avid fan of Enid Blyton’s stories. Hitherto, I still love all the enchanting fairy tales and wonderful stories written by the esteemed author. Mrs Wash-a-Lot is one of the characters who lives in the enchanted forest up on the faraway tree if I can still get my tales rightJ Anyway, I felt like Mrs Wash-a-lot the last three days. It seems like a lifetime of washing and folding clothes. I have been away for manay months prior and I have been living in a suitcase then. Now it’s time to deal with all the dirty laundry. So that’s how I became Mrs. Wash-A-lot. I took leave from Raya Haji till a day after Christmas. On the 24th, I came to work because I don’t think I could stay another day at home, washing and folding clothes. I need to do something that can stimulate my mind. It’s not that I don’t find doing housework stimulating and a good exercise but for three whole days in a row! A bit too much. It doesn’t help when my in lawas are in the house either. H told me that they are coming on raya eve. That night after work, we went to buy ketupat, serunding and the whole nine yards of raya food goodies. Since the price of the rending was astronomical, H suggested that I cook for Raya. I agreed. So we bought two whole chicken and I cooked rendang on raya day. The eve was spent till 2am cleaning, vacuuming and mopping the house till it is spick and span. The in laws came around lunch time. The sister in law stayed till tea and she took off with two of her children and her husband of course to the husband’s sister’s place. It was left,just my mom in law and H’s niece in the house with us. My mom-in-law had just recovered from a back injury, so she doesn’t want to walk a lot. So we are stuck at home. H was working the Friday after raya. I stayed home with my guests. I cooked the second day and did more laundry. Folded more clothes and I watched a lot of TV. I was supposed to go out with Lisa on that Friday but it was cancelled. We wanted to cancel completely but Saturday came and I couldn’t stand just sitting at home and do more laundry, so we planned for an outing on Sunday. Saturday I picked up a book and started reading. I felt a bit worthy of myself then. Sunday came, I went out with Lisa. We spent 6 solid hours, just walking, shopping and talking. We needed to catch up with all the stories that has been happening in the last 6 months that we haven’t seen each other. There were loads! Some terrifying ones! Anyway, it was a refreshing diversion from doing laundry. I came back at around 7pm and H called to say that we were going out for dinner to celebrate his niece’s birthday. She is 14. She likes reading romance novels, mostly the malay ones. She’s tip-toeing into English romance novels. So I went to get her one for her birthday. The selection was a bit limited. I wanted to introduce to her the romance novel gradually and not scare her and her mom with it. The titles and the cover of the novels were all sexually inclined. They have titles such as the sheikh’s captive bride, the pregnant princess, the lord’s seduction and Christmas baby! What in the hell is going on? I remembered when I started reading Mills and Boon or Sweet Dreams, they have decent titles and novel covers. All the covers depicted a woman wearing flimsy nighties in the arms of a shirtless muscular man. How can I give those books to her. The mom will kill me and labeled me as a bad influence in her naïve, innocent daughter. I spent a good half an hour selecting carefully. I found one that’s decent enough and it’s entitled “Royal Weddings”. It entails three stories about prince and princesses love stories. *Sigh* I didn’t know finding a book for a teenager can be so hard. I cringe with fear, on what kinds of books that’ll be out there when Hannah is that age. I’ll cross the bridge when I get there. After all that, we went home and somehow I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned till 2am then only sleep come. Monday, I was at work and time flies like a private jet. Before I know it, it was 4 pm. I got some work done. Alex was there too. So I wasn’t alone. Okay gotta run.

Merry Christmas!!!