Playing House

Bff was on a long phone conversation with her mother. Randomly, we were asked if we were surviving without the ah-yi (domestic help) during this period. It threw me into a fit of laughing. Of course we can. I am around. When I washed the toilets, the bff scolded me for doing it. Not because she thinks a guest shouldn't do work. She'll not hesitate to put me to work on anything she deems necessary. Heck, I even brought washing gloves over to assume the role of a kitchen elf. She doesn't need me to wash the toilet because she doesn't see a need to- there's disinfectant in the flush, and disinfectant spray that's spritzed twice a day. ARRRRGH. Still! I can't stand unwashed toilets. I need them to be washed once a day. If no one else does it, I'll do it.

Yah, we can survive, so says the woman (who doesn't wash dishes when the ah-yi is around) who cooks with distilled water, stocks drinking water for random usage, and drinks giant cans of 'mountain' water imported from Scotland's Glorat Estate.

Bff didn't go into details about anything with her mother, and ended the call with us cheerfully shouting "Byeee!". She manages her mother very well. Basically, it's all a matter of telling the mother anything that's on a need-to-know basis so that she doesn't hyperventilate and breathe down our necks unbearably on matters that we don't agree with. That, can be anything from the choice of field of study in university, to the way we fold t-shirts, slice mangoes and peel potatoes. You don't want to know what we haven't told her mother (and mine) since we were 6 years old.