I am ungrateful...
Reading this, I am a very ungrateful person... Shame shame!
So I must rethink and reorganize my thoughts...
A more grateful thought would then be...
I wanted to thank her for sleeping till past 8am every morning, waking up later than everyone most of the time... Complaining about nothing to do and yet couldn't finish some of the work saying that there's no time...
I wanted to thank her for utilizing my kitchen/ common toilet to the max, it's probably the most utilized and lived in space of the entire house since her arrival near 3 years ago. The toilet would be grateful to her, too.
I wanted to thank her for leaving the laundry dirt in the washing machine filter net whenever I spot checked so that I knew the machine machine did all the washing work... And how much washing it processed in between my checks, based on how thick the dirt accumulated.
I wanted to thank her for using our robot vacuum twice to thrice times a week such that it was utilized since its purchase 6 months ago. It would be even better if she would remember to clean the cartridge after each use, instead of being left in the robot over the weekend to feed mites or silverfishes...
I wanted to thank her for going through our newspapers and magazines every time she took them out from the store, whien she really was trying to use them to wipe Windows or mirrors, instead of reading half a day like she's in a library... Oh, and speaking of that, I hadn't seen it for a while because the glasses and mirrors were already cleaned by my husband when we thought those were handprint artworks from my girls' class...
I wanted to thank her for telling me "I just cleaned this ar!" When I requested for a rusty sterilizer, dust-covered bed frame and tables, coffee-stained mugs or moldy toilet tiles to be re-cleaned properly. At least I learnt that she tried to clean them "a week" or "a month" ago when my duty roster indicated a daily task... I also knew that she ate everyday, why wouldn't she skip eating today since she had eaten yesterday?
I wanted to thank her for leaving my girls toys in the kitchen like forever after rinse because whenever I spot a toy knife in the dish washers drying rack or a toy spoon in my cutlery drawer... It reminded me of my girls no matter where I was, be it in the toilet or kitchen or service yard... It's everywhere.
I wanted to thank her for her consistency in pressing her own sambal with my garlic, my sugar and my condiments for every single meal, everyday but wouldn't wash piled handwash items on a daily basis... It gave me great excuse to splurge on lingerie when I ran out of them... Wuhoo!
I wanted to thank her for blaming "something" in the baby room or in my house which made her overslept during her fasting, causing her not able to successfully fast, when that "something" was really her own pillow and she refused to use the alarm clock.
There's so many more little things that I was grateful to her... So much that I wanted to get her a one-way air ticket to reunite with her family and her imaginary boyfriend/husband. Then, I would be thankful...
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