<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/13355681?origin\x3dhttp://strangerinmymirror.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
Monday, March 20, 2006 build up those muscles

I am an exercise freak NOT. My arms and back are aching from washing clothes yesterday and that too after midnight. My neighbours would have thought that a mad woman is washing her clothes at this time of the day. It’s all because of my washing machine. It died on me last weekend. I was happily loading my clothes into the machine and except for the sound of the engine working, the machine did not. My heart felt heavy with sadness when I off and on the start button and nothing happened. When I looked at the mountain of clothes to be washed, I was depressed. Up till now it is not fixed yet. My laundry basket was overflowing that I can’t get to sleep looking at it. I did only one third of the washing yesterday and tonight I plan to wash the rest. The service guy will be coming on Wednesday to rectify the problem and hopefully my machine starts running again. In the meantime, I am getting my arms tone up.

I remembered what my mom told me. Being the elders in the house, she started doing housework at a very young age. My grandfather was a very strict man and my mom was so afraid of him. She washed clothes daily and looked after her siblings. My mom always tells us that we are so lucky to have the kind of freedom we get now. We don’t have to do housework as long as we are with our parents. Everything is done for us especially if we are not the elders in the family. I grow up learning a lot from my elder sister. She is hardworking and very modest. I realized that she was the one who did most of the work around the house after she got married off. She did everything without any complaints. I am lucky to have enjoyed growing up doing housework at home and now that I have my own responsibilities, it becomes easy for me. I remembered I love cleaning the house when there is no one around. I can see the fruit of my labor at the end of the day when I lie down on the sofa after a cold shower with a book in my hand and feel the freshness in the air. One thing I earned when I stayed with my mom was her praise that the bathroom was always sparkling clean after I washed it LOL.

I can live without a domestic helper as they are more of a pain than a help but I can’t live without my machines. It is easier to change a machine than to change a domestic helper.
I want my washing machine back alive so that I just have to throw in all my clothes and it does the work for me. I miss my washing machine *sigh*

8:00 PM |5 comments