So how long does it take to realise you can't do without a maid?

This post is specially dedicated to an ol' fren who DOES NOT want to remain anonymous.

So to Oniatta Effendi, yes, THE Oniatta Effendi, this piece is dedicated just for you.


So how long does it take to realise that you can't do without a maid?

1) As soon as you have to get down on all fours with a rag in hand to mop 195 square feet of floor!

2)As soon as you are the only one left standing at 8.30am with a sinkful of breakfast dishes in the stinky sink.

3)As soon as you realise that you WILL procrastinate grocery shopping as there will be no one but you who will unpack the bags later.

4)As soon as you realise that you're answering your mobile phone with one hand holding your husband's damp underwear and an "I wish we bought that darn dryer!" instead of a "Hello".

5)As soon as you find yourself complaining about the 2 minutes it took to check your baby's bottom for poo because your parents jokingly raised the alarm.

6)As soon as you realise that all those people who promised to help out with the chores can only afford a meek apology when you are screaming at the top of your lungs.

7)Read above again: As soon as you realised you've BEEN screaming at the top of your lungs, enough to qualify for a one night stay at the newly-refurbished Institute of Mental Health.

8)As soon as you ask your best friend to reward you with a grand meal should you survive this madness for six months. ( And you hear her hold her breath so as not to blurt out a reduced time frame.)

9)As soon as you request that this blog be created because you're desperately in need of help!

10)As soon as you realise that there are like-minded people out there who will continue to support, love and honour you even if you can't last 2 days without a maid.

So what else are you waiting for Kak Oni? Pick that dial!