Bruised Knuckles and Rough Skin

Such a whiny, I tell myself.

Andes, my faithful helper for 7 years is currently home at Pekan Baru visiting her unwell mom. She should come home tomorrow. Otherwise, I should seriously be in trouble. Insyallah. *panicking*

Anyhow.

Was on leave yesterday and today and tomorrow are MrGart's turn.

It's a blessing in disguise actually when your helper goes home and leaves you with housework you normally take for granted.

Like the freshly vacuumed and mopped floors. Empty and shiny sinks. Emptied bins from the toilets and particularly the kitchen's. Clean, sterile Bubbles' litter box. Things get picked off the floors and jumped ito their respective boxes/containers. Wiped toilet counters and clean loos. And the list goes on and on.

For the past 5 days, I was the person who goes around the house, picking things up from the floors of which there are many things ranging from HeatBlast, cars, towels, spenders .. well typically Ariz's stuff. Kalau kakak-kakak punya, memangla nak kena. I vacummed the floor, mopped them, upstairs and downstairs. I started loads of washing in the machine and hang them out to dry. Got the girls to get them off the hangers inside. Had to cook and also had to read to the kids.

And my aching back. Last night, I was up till 1am, folding 4 batches of clothes. The kitchen is sparkling clean after I baked 2 loaves of golden honet oat and a tray of brownies. There's mihun and soto soup in the fridge for MrGart and the kids today. I hope the house is still standing when I get home today.

I told MrGart that he doesn't need to do much. Maybe a load of laundry. But just keep the place tidy. Pick things up. Even that I have reservations. But all day yesterday and the past 4 days, I kept thinking that I shouldn't whine for cleaning the house.

At least I have a working washing machine to wash our clothes, I have kids to put the clothes on. I have a gorgeous house to clean and I have family to nag to. I am so blessed. Alhamdulillah.

But I thought I should be allowed a little whiny spot. Hehehe. First I burned my knuckles, okay ONE knuckle in the hot oven. Then that knuckle, even after 2 hours in ice water, started to blister. The burn was just about half a cm and I was whinging and whining like a baby. Hellfires are much much worse.

Well, yesterday, due to labour (macamla banyak sangat), 4 of my knuckles are now have bruises and cuts. Begitu berusaha aku membersih rumah. Taknak bila Andes balik karang, rumah macam tongkang pecah. Gua kena jaga maruah jugak!