Straits Times, Published on May 20, 2012
By
Jane Ng, Seriously Kidding
A week after my domestic helper of two years left, small blisters started appearing on my hands.
'I've been washing too many dishes,' I lamented to my husband while slathering on hand cream.
But the blisters continued to appear and started popping up on my feet as well. Then I had ulcers in my mouth.
'It looks like hand, foot and
mouth disease,' said the doctor. 'Better check into a hotel for a
staycation if you don't want to spread it to your kids,' he joked.
I wished I could. I left the clinic with a
bottle of calamine lotion and a sense of dread, wondering why I couldn't
have caught HFMD while my maid was still around.
Over the next few days, a box of surgical hand
gloves and a pair of bedroom slippers became my new favourite
accessories. Blisters or no, meals had to be cooked, laundry done and
bums washed. That is the life of a maidless mum.
I slipped on the gloves a few times a day, to
the fascination of my two-year-old daughter. 'What's that, mummy?', 'Why
must you wear that?', 'I want gloves too,' said Shannon.
I gave her a pair of gloves and made everyone
at home pad around in bedroom slippers, believing it would contain the
spread of the virus.
Thankfully, it coincided with a long weekend
and my husband was home. We made our extended family stay away, and
since we couldn't go anywhere, my husband was in charge of entertaining
the kids, while I did the household chores so that I would have minimal
contact with them.
Mine was apparently a mild case that cleared
up in a week but the experience of washing and cooking with painful hand
blisters encased in impermeable silicon gloves is one I never want to
relive.
But it was good for one thing: I don't complain about having to do housework now that the blisters are gone.
So we've survived seven weeks without a maid.
Well-meaning friends and relatives ask ever so often: 'Are you sure you
can manage?'
My reply is a yes, only because we're sticking to our decision not to employ another maid.
It helps that I now work from home, I have a
husband who helps out and a mum and mother- in-law who chip in. But it's
still a struggle.
There's a never-ending list of chores to be
done and the home often looks like the aftermath of a warzone, toy
soldiers included.
I've lowered my standards for a clean and
well-kept home but am persevering to cook dinners four days a week, with
the menu determined by the amount of work I have.
On Mondays, when I usually start working on my stories, dinner comprises a meat, vegetable and soup.
Tuesdays and Wednesdays are when the pace
picks up - I conduct interviews and start shaping the stories. Dinners
would include a soup and one other dish, possibly a stir-fried meat and
vegetable.
Thursdays are when things get frenzied as I file my stories and do last-minute interviews. Dinner is a one-pot meal.
On a particularly bad week, I served yong tau
foo (hurriedly bought from the market) with some noodles thrown in. Not
that my family has noticed a difference.
As I was describing my weekly dinner plan to a
friend, my husband turned to me in surprise. 'I didn't notice the meals
got simpler. In fact, I prefer the one-pot meals. Easier to wash up,'
said my ever pragmatic husband who, if you haven't already guessed, is
in charge of doing the dishes.
The children, mostly six-year-old Jason, have
been assigned simple chores such as feeding the fish ('I already fed
them yesterday'), watering the plants ('maybe it will rain today,
mummy') and packing the schoolbag ('Why can't my bag pack itself?').
After the initial resistance and tantrums,
Jason now does his part by putting his dirty uniform into the washing
machine and packing his schoolbag in the morning with a clean set of
clothes and a filled water bottle.
He has left his bottle at home a couple of
times and forgot to put in his uniform to wash twice, and ended up
having to wear his school shorts for another day.
Possibly, the best thing that came out of
going maidless is that the kids are learning to help each other, out of
sheer necessity.
I was driving when Shannon started whining
about mucus dripping from her nose. Without kakak sitting between them,
it was up to Jason to help her clean her nose or put up with her whines.
He chose to help, not without saying how disgusting it was, of course.
When Jason did not clear his breakfast mug
despite my reminders, Shannon in a helpful mood, hopped off her seat and
did the job.
To maintain my sanity, we're getting part-time help to clean the home.
I've learnt to count my blessings, like how my
husband gives Shannon her morning feed before he leaves for work so I
can get an extra 15 minutes of shut-eye or how the kids (touch wood) did
not come down with HFMD.
Ideas for one-pot meals, anyone?