Audiobooks: the best companion

Lately, housework like hanging laundry, washing dishes and cooking does not seem like a chore anymore. I used to approach them with a 'get-it-over-with' attitude. Maybe I was jealous that Hubby was just sitting there and played his war games. Maybe I was just lazy. Maybe  I didn't like it that housework is keeping me away from doing things I like eg: reading, watching tv, going out. Mostly, I think, I found it mindless.

Honestly, I prefer to do something that would add to or applying my knowledge. Reading, whether fiction or newspaper, adds to my knowledge. Watching tv, mostly documentaries, adds to my knowledge. Doing bookkeeping or accounting work lets me apply my knowledge. Regrettably, housework neither add to nor apply my knowledge. That's why I avoid it whenever I could.

My recent change in attitude towards housework is due to finding the right companion. Yes, audiobook. It allows me to do my favourite thing while I'm doing housework: read a book. Or rather, listen to a book :)

There was more than once I cooked a meal because I wanted to continue listening to a story to find out what happen next. This is the audiobook version of 'can't put the book down'!

Audiobook has definitely became my best companion!

Break: A recharge for a new adventure

It's been a month since my last post. It was supposed to be a ten-day break but time ran away from me again. Before I knew it thirty days has passed! I'm not regretting it, though. Consider it a recharge  :)

Yes, a recharge is certainly needed for the new year. Only 2 weeks away... The previous new year's fireworks seemed like only yesterday and now a new one is due. 

This new year will be a new adventure for me even though it's my son who will start secondary school. That's why I need a recharge. I expect to be busier because all my 4 children will be going to different schools! The school runs only will make my spin. I still have to throw food preparation into the mix. Tapau, you say? Sure but I still have to figure what to buy, when, where etc... I shudder to think of the possible chaos I will have to deal with.

On a positive note, .... Is there one? Of course! I try to see one in everything but so far all I can is: whatever this new adventure throw at me, I can handle it!

Help! I lost my maid

The other day, I was approached by a friend. 'Please give me your professional opinion,' she said. Naturally, I was flattered. Her husband had an audit firm, why would she ask me for my opinion, which is clearly outdated, when she had a practising professional at home? As I sat down, I was about to tease, 'One has to pay for professional advice'. However, her next words brought me back down on earth, 'How do you manage such a big family without a maid?' It was clear to me now that my current 'profession' is a do-it-yourself fulltime mother! I find the term 'housewife' a bit deragatory, completely outdated and totally inappropriate. Whenever someone say that I'm a housewife, I would counter by saying, 'My husband is not a house!' but I digress. Back to my friend. Let's call her Flower. It turned out that Flower's maid had just ran away and she was thinking of not spending thousands of ringgit on another maid. My immediate response was, 'No need to have a maid! Your children are already quite big [Flower has 3 children aged 8 to 13]. You'd be surprised by their independence and capability when they live without a maid.' Flower went on to ask me how I manage the housework. I told her of my CAOF strategy (see http://silverysword.blogspot.com/2007/12/caof-time-management-strategy-for-over.html). She listened with much interests. I had the impression that she found ignoring any kind of housework as close to being sinful. It turned out she was quite a perfectionist when it came to cleanliness. She scrubbed her floor mats and pre-treated and soaked her children's school uniform. Her eyes grew when I told her that:- A) It had been more than one-and-a-half years since I washed my sliding door grille., B) I do not vacuum or mop the floor everyday, C) I would not hesitate to leave a sinkful of dirty dishes overnight if I was too tired to wash it, D) I converted my wet kitchen into an indoor drying yard and the supposedly dry kitchen is now my only kitchen so that 'sunning' of my laundry didn't have to be dictated by the weather, E) I used a robot vacuum, etc. As I told her about my 'practices' above, questions immediately followed each:- A) Wouldn't it get very dirty/dusty? B) Wouldn't the floor get very sticky? C) [Laughs] D) Don't you need to sun your clothes? E) A friend said that it does not vacuuming thoroughly. To these doubts, I said:- A) The dust is on the outside of the house where I don't spend my time. B) Use wet rag to wipe where my children dropped food or spill drinks. Try to mop at least one a week. C) My wellbeing is more important than leaving dishes unwashed for a day. D) I have not sun my clothes since the year 2000 when I moved into an apartment. E) As long as the high traffic area get cleaned I can live with dust in hard-to-reach corners and under furniture. 'I don't care if people call me lazy. I do what I can and what is important.' I declared. 'In the end it is all about setting your expectations.' She seemed convinced to giving a different set of expectations a try.

Overheard: A school principal's words of honesty to a parent

I went to Yan's school around noon today. Her teacher, Miss Lee, went into the school office with me to look for the school principal, let's call her Mrs LSK, to certify a document. We found her talking to the mother of a student. From their conversation, I gathered that the student was a problematic daughter to the mother. What I heard went something like this:- Mrs LSK: When your children behave badly, you have to look into yourself. [Pause] Do you understand my point? When your child becomes bad, when your husband becomes bad, you have to examine your past actions. What you have done that may lead to the current events? The mother was quiet. I couldn't see her face from where I stood. Mrs LSK was clearly frustrated, both from the look on her face as well as the tone of her voice. Her message did not seem to be getting through to the mother. After a while, Mrs LSK continued: I don't have anymore time to talk to you. You can go home now. The mother: Ok, I will write a letter to you. Mrs LSK: Don't write a letter to me. You have to think about what I just said. The mother stood at the door, her body was half turned towards, Mrs LSK. She said: I've already done a lot for her. Her brother asked to [take lessons in something, I can't remember]. I denied him so that she can [have something, I can't remember this either]. Mrs LSK: You don't have to complain about your daughter. You just have to reflect in yourself, your past. Mrs LSK was waving her out the door at this point. Grudgingly, the mother left still not convinced by what Mrs LSK had said about self reflection. Mrs LSK has never minced her words and she certainly hadn't when she told that mother what she (the mother) clearly couldn't accept. Miss Lee and me just stood quietly looking at each other, not daring to interrupt or say anything. Mrs LSK, forehead knotted, quickly signed the papers thrusted to her by Miss Lee and left. Thankfully, I got my stuff back from Miss Lee and left. This whole episode has been a lesson to me. I agree with Mrs LSK. Children are like blank pieces of canvas. Parents are the artists trying to paint as best as they can and hope that masterpieces are produced. However good or bad the paintings turned out to be, the artists are responsible. One uncontrollable factor is the quality of the canvas though this can be counteracted by adjusting the tools and media used to colour it ie methods of dealing with every day battles and shaping long term bahaviour of the children. As I drove home, I reflected on my past actions in shaping how my children turned out to be. I could see how my actions had produced the behaviours that I found difficult in my children. 1)Heng's temper flares are modelled after my own when I found the children's behaviours/ antics too much to bear. 2)Jien's stubborness and defiance are a result of my being too lenient on him to the point of him getting what he wants too often. My leniency is, I suspect, due to his 'physical weakness' (eg 'weaker' lungs, smaller stature, mild scoliosis) which, I believe, resulted from the fact that he had been conceived when I was at my weakest (reproductive-health-wise). 3)Yan's defiance (though not as strong as Jien) is due to my letting her do things her way (not the same as Jien's 'getting what he wants too often') which was my way of avoiding overwork as the family grew. On a positive view, Yan's defiance can be seen as 'independence'(?). 4)Li is on the way to growing up spoilt as the baby of the family. Am I going to sit around feeling hopeless and sorry for myself? Definitely not. As an artist (parent), I'm going to continue my research and experiment into different types of brushes and paints (parenting methods) with the hope of doing away the weaknesses in my masterpieces.

Heartbroken (the sequel): Leftover lunch

The day after Heartbroken (Part 2), I bought chicken rice for the kids. 2 packets for Heng (he requested for it) and one each for Jien and Yan (my bad here, I should've made them share one packet). You guessed it, they couldn't finish all the food.

I was not as heartbroken as the day before. I just felt that I have to be consistent in dealing with unfinished food so I wrote their names on the boxes and saved them for dinner.

When dinnertime arrived, I told them to finish the chicken rice before we go out for food. As incentive, I told them we'd go to McDonald's. Some may say I was too lenient to reward them with McD for doing what they should have done. However, I didn't want to stress myself out dealing with their protests if I hadn't sweetened the deal.

Jien needed to be hurried, so I imposed a time limit. With some warning and threatening, he managed to finish it in the nick of time. Off to McD we go. As expected, Yan was too full after her chicken rice to eat anything else. Heng ordered less than usual. Only Jien was on his usual amount because his leftover chicken was just a few spoonfuls (even that took so much warnings and threats!).

We had to takeaway for Hubby because he had a war to fight. That, my dear reader, is another 'heartbreaking' story for another day :(

Heartbroken (Part 2): What I did with the leftover food

After what happened in the previous post, Hearbroken, I was determined that the kids be taught a lesson about eating whatever I have prepared for them. 

The day after Heartbroken, I cut the leftover chicken meat into small pieces and included them in my fried rice. I packed in the containers along with packets of Milo. I told myself that they are only allowed to have it if they finish the rice. 

After picking up all four of them from school, I drove directly to the library. Having lunch out of the car in the library parking lot has become part of a library visit.

I was relieved that the previous day's tension did not arise. They promptly finished their food without much fuss. Maybe my scolding the night before was still fresh on their mind. The rest of the day was pleasant enough :)

However, I have to admit that my actions did not reflect the determination I mentioned in the beginning of this post. I didn't include the duck meat and chicken feet in fried rice. The vege and baked beans were kept to complete another meal for me because they didn't go with fried rice. The chicken that they were supposed to finish were disguised as fried rice. 

Still I believe there will be plenty of chances for me to put my determination into actions. I just hope that my determination holds up in the face of the resistance that will arise. 

Heartbroken: Dinner untouched by kids

A few days ago, I bought some meat dishes from an economical rice stall. A few pieces of roast duck and a crab meat balls in baked beans that Hubby I think he would like. Soy sauce chicken for the kids. Stewed chicken feet with mushroom that my father-in-law would like. It costed RM20, less than I expected. I was feeling quite pleased with this cheap meal. All I have to do is stir fry a vege dish and cook some rice. Easy ... Or so I thought.

Preparation was easy. The cleaning up was heartbreaking :( Hubby liked the duck and baked beans; FIL liked the chicken feet and duck. No problem there. 

Problem was with the kids. Yan ate some but didn't show a good appetite at all. Jien downed a packet of Milo in lieu of solid food for dinner. Heng refused to touch the food too, opting instead to fry rice. He fried it himself because I refused to indulge him. He burnt the chopped shallot and garlic resulting in fried rice with plenty of black dots!

As I pack up the uneaten food into the fridge, I scolded them. Less on Yan ( at least she ate some). Mostly on Jien and Heng. I fumed about the effort I put in the choose the food they like, the time to drive to the food stall, the money I saved. All of it gone unappreciated.

"Serves you right for burning your food!" I scolded at Heng. "Got food but don't want to eat! You wanted money for your school trip, I gave you! And you waste my effort and food." Heng was half crying as he picked the burnt pieces from his rice.

"That's the last time I buy Milo! Drinking it as dinner!" I scolded Jien. "You wanted Mamee, I bought Mamee! You wanted to eat the junk food you brought back from school party, I let you! You wanted me to make muffins for school party, I made for you! And you don't even touch the food I prepared!" Jien disappeared upstairs didn't seem to take heed :(

I was going on like that as I put the food in box before popping them in the fridge. "Don't expect me to pay for new food until you finish these!" I scolded from the kitchen. I was almost crying as I feel so unappreciated! What spoilt brats my kids have turned put to be!

Luckily, Heng left a note on my bed to apologize and promised "not to be picky from tomorrow onward". " At least, he feels bad and apologize. Jien went upstairs and didn't listen at all," Hubby observed. 

"I sent him upstairs," I corrected Hubby but I also knew that he was right about the second part. Jien seemed unmoved by my scolding :( What shall I do with him? Sigh!

FRIM: A refuge from war

I went for a jog early on Sunday morning hoping it would lift my mood, a result of a boring Saturday. The jog did do me good. However, my spirits came crashing during breakfast when Hubby announced that he had to go to war from 10 to noon.

I had hoped for an outing before lunch because Jien, my second son, would be having friends over in the afternoon. I was  determined that a stay-at-home Sunday would not follow a stay-at-home Saturday. I was also fed up with his wars because every war meant the family stay home. Kids staying at home meant kids playing computer games and watching tv.

To salvage my Sunday and to get the kids out of the house, I called my sister. Let's go to the canopy walk in FRIM, I said. Luckily, she could go. She brought Hann, her 8-year-old girl, and Ka, her 5-year-old son. I brought Jien, Yan and Li. Heng wanted to stay home to do his homework.

Unluckily, the suspension bridge was a 1.4km-trek away. My not-yet-4-year-old Li and Ka were too young for the trek as well as for the bridge. Suspended 30m in the air the bridge was prone to swaying and every one had to cross it one by one, a few meters apart. Not only could we not carry the little ones, we couldn't even walk with them!

The only other place that I think would be interesting for the kids is the waterfall picnic area. It was only a short climb on proper concrete steps (as opposed to steps made of roots and rocks). The water was shallow and clean. At first we only looked at picnickers from the steps. Then the older kids couldn't resist taking off their shoes and waded into the water. 

It was amusing seeing our kids wading carefully, not wanting to get their clothes wet. All around them kids and adults alike were soaking themselves in the cool water from the jungle. That was what I called being unprepared. We had prepared for a walk in the air but ended up with a walk in the water!

Nonetheless, the trip was a success. I got out of the house. I got the kids out in nature, away from electronic screens. Hubby and Heng went for haircut and lunch by themselves, so there's bonding for father and son. That's good. Most importantly, I don't let the resentment towards a warrior's wars grow, fester and spoil my wellbeing. 

Drive time: Make full use of it

No, I'm not talking about sending that urgent email, having that wake-up coffee, eating a hurried two-bite breakfast or touching up on that lipstick while driving. What I'm talking about is imparting value to our children. Yes, otherwise known as "lecturing" them. 

Before I elaborate on the lecturing part, let me tell you what's my drive time. As a full time mom, my first job description is fetching my kids home from school. I can subcontract cooking to my wallet but I can't leave them in school, can I? Tempting... but no. I fetch them home whenever I can (which is most of the time). As for what happens whenever I can't, I won't go into that now. That's not relevant here.

I actually enjoy driving my kids home. I can get out of the house, do less housework, and relax with the radio on. That's before they get in the car. Once they get in the car, the noise level is usually upped several notches. When I'm lucky, they'll be quiet and listen to the radio. When I'm luckier, a teachable moment presents itself. That's when I seize it!

What better time to lecture than when I have them all to myself? In the confined spaces of our car, I don't lose them the computer, the iPad, the iPhone and the books. They've got no choice but to listen. I let them ask questions. In fact, I welcome their questions. Questions mean they are interested, paying attention and most importantly, susceptible to the values I'd like them to have.

A perfect example of this happened when my eldest, Heng, a pre-teen, was in the car with me. As we passed a secondary school, a student zoomed out of the school on a motorbike.  

"Mom, that looks dangerous!" He said, referring to the way the student ride. The Moment! With a capital M! I seized it immediately!

Keeping an even tone of voice (to mask my excitement), I explained how some teenagers think they're all grown up and all knowing (they think can safely ride a bike in a dangerous way) and not heeding to elders' advice and opinion (to ride in a safe way). I told him that parents have been through more in their lives compared to their children, no matter what age. Such experiences enable them to see potential consequences that their children, with less life experiences, cannot. Therefore, it is best to listen to what parents have to say and digest it before dismissing them.

I think of this as vaccination against rebelliousness in his upcoming teenage years. Drive time fully made use of. Don't you agree?

Internet: The friend-finder

[This is something I drafted 5 years ago before this blog went to "sleep".]

Just google it. That's what I did, drawing inspiration from Nike's tagline (and to think that I used to hate Nike's logo. My first Nike sneakers were white with the logo in white, too, so that it wouldn't be obvious!). 

I've encountered my ex-classmate's name in newspapers and magazines a few times. Even though I couldn't be 100% sure it was her, I was 90% there as her name was unconventionally spelt. Some people had difficulty pronouncing it! 

After seeing the name in a popular local daily, I immediately googled it. The result was lenghty. Turned out she had been a journalist for a Singaporean daily for a few years. I managed to find her account with a community website. Despite not being much of an online-community person, I opened an account just so I could send her a message. Luckily, I didn't make a fool of myself or invite any sinister online-prowler. She confirmed that she was "indeed moi". 

"Moi" mentioned a few other classmates' names and that prompted me to google some more. Another fruitful attempt got me in touch with a partner in a Singaporean law firm. Wow! 'If my classmate is a partner in a law firm, then I could've been a partner in one of the largest audit firm in Malaysia', I fantasized. Then Hubby said,'Law firm and audit firm differentlah.' I fell back to earth with a thud. A reality check showed that my peer in that firm is

[Like I said, it was a draft, an unfinished one at that. I couldn't remember what I wanted to say about that peer of mine but I remember calling her and had a short chat.

Since this draft, I've looked up and kept in touch with more friends through the Internet. Besides being a friend-finder, the Internet is also a friend-keeper :) ]

Refresh: after a five-year absence

Just read my previous entries to refresh my memories. It was refreshing indeed! Some memories surfaced while some were lost :( I discovered that I have a dozen post titles, experiences waiting to be published. Should I publish these first or write about my new experiences? Five years is a long time. There's been many major milestones and countless minor ones throughtout the period. So I think I think I'll concentrate on current experiences and write about old ones when time permit.

Some of the major milestones:-

A new baby is almost 4 years old and had already started pre-kindergarten.

My husband and I celebrated our 13th anniversary. 

We lived in Hanoi, Vietnam, for eighteen months.

Heng, my eldest, sat for his UPSR exam. 

But I shan't elaborate on them today. Each of them contains multiple stories that are worthy of telling... in other days and posts :) 

To end this moment of "rebirth", I want to say that I'm glad to be writing again and looking forward to many more posts ahead :)