Lie Yuen and I were planning on cooking dinner but the mood has gone already. As I am typing this, she just barged into my room, sharing the same thought with me.
We have a kitchen. But it’s grimy. And the knives are so rusty, despite it being of the stainless steel variety. The tables are occupied by ants, old clothes, and we only dare use the edge of the table when we want to make milo or coffee. 🙁
The only unscary place in our kitchen is a few of the shelves in the fridge.
Why in the world did we think we would cook dinner every other night when all I ever did was bore Lie Yuen to death with my oyster sauce this and oyster sauce that and overcook so much that I throw away MORE than I eat?
It is also damn depressing when Chee Kiang told me that his ex-collegemate/current unimate Jon Siow cooked a “wholesome meal which was baked rice, bruschetta and ham with cranberry sauce,” for the both of them for dinner. A GUY, my AGE, can cook something that I can’t even pronounce.
One of the main reasons which demotivates me from cooking is the age old tub of rice which I am not even sure if it is still edible. 🙁 And I’ve forgotten almost all the recipes my mother told me about. Sob sob.
I need to get a grip of myself before I start having kids. I can’t expect my children to live like me, eating out everyÂ single day. What about the warmth of a homecooked meal? I cannot provide that. What a horrible mother I will be. This is just too sad. My children will grow up deprived of a home cooked meal and if they are lucky, eating only a miniscule selection of dishes until they puke just at the thought of the aforementioned dishes.
I’ve got that whole laundry thing down to a pat what with the aid of a trusty washing machine. At least I have clean clothes to wear. But it takes effort to drag the printer down from the ironing board and the iron out of the box which the printer came in. In the long run, this will mean that my children will go to school with crumpled school uniform and I’ll be the world’s most horrible mother once again.
I’m doing okay with the whole sweep and mop thing too. Thanks to the static mop, removing dust has never been so easy! Did I just sound like a housewife in an advertisement? At least I don’t have to worry about my kids developing asthma.
So is this called lazy or busy?