I may take after my mother in looks but I'm the total opposite when it comes to the others. Here are just some of the examples that show stark differences between us.
Whereas mother would bleach, soak in detergent and boil her dirty kitchen rags after just a few days of use. I on the other hand would use and reuse my kitchen rags until each turns into an unrecognisable yucky, gooey mass of blob before I decided that they're just to eeky to handle and I'd simply toss them out.
When doing the washing mother would take care to sort dirty laundry into categories of tops, undergarments, pants, whites or colours before soaking them into a basin-load of water followed by washing each piece manually by hand before finally loading them into the washer for further rinsing and spinning. Whereas mother would bleach, soak in detergent and boil her dirty kitchen rags after just a few days of use. I on the other hand would use and reuse my kitchen rags until each turns into an unrecognisable yucky, gooey mass of blob before I decided that they're just to eeky to handle and I'd simply toss them out.
But I without a single thought would simply dump the whole load into the washer not really caring whether they are thoroughly clean or that some would come out still a little bit stained or soiled. For all I care they've gone thru the wash, rinse and spin cycle. So that's clean enough for me. No need to waste my time and energy to do the gritty nitty work. That's what machines are invented for, isn't it? To make our life easier.
Besides, what's the point of having them spotlessly clean when the next day or few days later you're gonna wear and make them dirty again. So really, what's the point? A sheer waste of time and energy, I'd tell her. I have better things to do you know with my time. No way am I gonna make the washer redundant. If mother hear me use this argument, she'd immediately throw in my face the big 'L' label. Yeah I know but I'd always defend myself by saying that I don't mean to be lazy but it's just that unlike her, I wasn't born with her will and stamina. So really, it's not my fault then, is it?
That's the very reason why I always admire her strength and determination. Just how did she do it? She'd cook every single day most times twice a day. She'd mop the whole floor of our 2-storey detached house at least twice daily. Don't even talk about the kitchen floor where she'd mop it many times over after every meal/cooking time.
Me? Oh, you don't want to know. The floor of my one-storey home hasn't felt the loving care of Mr Mop for months now. Though I know it's time I gave it a good serious scrub, the thing is there's either not enough time for me to do it, or that I'd abandon the thought of actually doing it when I know I couldn't follow through with the ensuing mopping task. It requires too much energy. So I just let it be. Until someone complains and make a big fuss over it, that is. Otherwise, why bother?
Cooking? Neither do you want to know what I think about cooking. It's in fact one of the most loathed chores among my list of avoid-at-all-cost activities. Almost everybody who knows me know by now how much I hate this boring and time-consuming task. To me, cooking is simply too boring and involves too much work though most people find it enjoyable, even therapeutic. Huh? Really?
Really, I'm not kidding when I say I'm the total opposite of my mother. Sometimes I do wish that I could be like her and have all the necessary skills to be a good homemaker. But alas, after almost four decades of being me, I'm still like this, myself.
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