Thought Overflow

For the last couple of months (almost), I’ve been living along at home with my sister, while mum’s been in Kenya with dad. She’s coming back early on Tuesday morning, and I absolutely cannot wait for her to return.

You hear a lot about how motherhood and running a house is harder than it looks. But it’s only when you experience it first-hand that you realize how potent that simple statement really is. I cannot tell you how unashamedly happy I am that mum’s coming back. For the past few days, I’ve been to hell and back. Let me take you on a guided tour.

• The maid-cum-cook left abruptly, without so much as a warning. Perhaps you may not realize the depth of the problem here…this is the woman who does all the work around the house, from dusting to sweeping/mopping and washing clothes, and cooks our meals as well. So that means that if she goes, there’s no one to wash clothes, dishes, cook meals or clean the house.
• The fridge stopped working. The repairman charged Rs. 2100/- to replace the microprocessor, which stopped working again. After making about three visits, he diagnosed that the problem is with the electrical wiring in the kitchen (low voltage or something), and he can’t fix it. Because of the elections’ results declaration yesterday, I haven’t been able to get someone to come fix the electrical problems in the kitchen just yet. Looks like people don’t really care much about their governments except on the days they get a holiday to vote, or get a holiday to celebrate the result.
• The house is messy, smelly and hot. Really hot, especially considering that the bloody new building next door has effectively cut off the path that would have been taken by wind for cross-ventilation. Not fun. We’re living in an oven…a messy one.

There are certain other things that I can’t really mention on the blog, but I can tell you that I’m not embarassed to admit…I WANT MY MOMMY!!

Oh, and I’m hell glad she’s soon going to be on her way here, and when I pick her up at the airport (if he lets me come to airport) or at the airport shuttle drop-off point (about a couple of kilometers from home), I’m going to hug her like she just saved my life. I don’t know about my life, but I can tell you one thing…she’s certainly saved my mind. I’d have fast been on the path to insanity. The only thing that’s kept me going for about a week or so now is the fact that she’s going to be here soon.