…who enjoys doing his house chores.
Most of the people who doesn’t know me for well will have one typical question in lingering in their head: “Why do you do a lot of house chores?”
House chores to me, is a daily getaway from the busy routine at work and the stress that I get from teaching. Although it is a difficult task for some, but to me doing house chores lifted up my spirit one way or another. I wash dishes, I clean tops and counters, I make beds, sweep/vacuum floors, fold laundries and take care of garbage. How can I tahan doing all these?
It gives a special sense of accomplishment.
For me, completing any house chores, provide me with the best feeling of satisfaction, which I might not get on regular basis at work. At work, there are certain tasks which are repetitive in nature, but I do not feel that the accomplishment belongs entirely to me (i.e. I don’t like sharing Haha). At home, getting the chores done and sitting there with the entire house cleaned, your entire body will tell you that “WooHoo! You’ve done it! Good Job!”. A more “personal” triumph perhaps? or Am I a clean freak? or Am I a control freak?
Chore time = Talk time.
I notice that my kids would normally come by and start talking to me as I completing the chores. I would normally ask them about their school work and things they do at school. They would also tell me things about the programme on the Tele, things they need for school or just ask me random things like our plans for the weekends. Having seen me all sweaty afterwards, they would not say anything if I started to change the TV channel from their favorite TV show. Hani and Hassan would normally hang around when I needed to hang up the laundry and they would start to tease the neighbor dogs, through the fence. They would ask me things like “How do we know that they dogs are not angry?”, “Can the dogs walk with only two feet” or “How long do they need to sleep?”.
Chore time=Spy Time
Haha…this is funny. I get to “spy” on people, while doing my “normal” daily chores. Seeing me there washing my dishes, my neighbor would never suspect that I am observing their every action. Not that there is anything “interesting” going on with my neighbor, it is just that I am there, noticing things as it happens. But my ultimate spy skill is actually to check what are the kids up. I would smile to myself when I listen at them arguing with each other over ice-cream, singing/whistling to themselves, rehearsing self-scripted dialogue to match the actions made with their toys or sharing jokes/laughter from their favorite TV shows.
It allows me to reminisce.
While doing the dishes, I could easily drown myself with memories back in the days when mum would drag (and nag) me out from my afternoon of slacking, and pass me a broom or laundry bucket so I could make myself useful. She would stand next to me through the entire chores and just telling me stuff; from list of items for grocery shopping to the tele-novella drama series that she was following. Once in a while, she would criticize the way I sweep or did the windows, although I know truth is that she wanted to make sure I’m paying attention to her.
As far as I could remember, it was mum who got me started with sweeping the floor back when I was 5 or 6 years old. She told me that “Don’t be embarrass just because you are a boy doing a girl’s job. You should be embarrass if a boy like you cannot do a girl’s job properly”. That kept me going til now…
I MISS YOU MUM. GOD BLESS HER SOUL. AL-FATIHAH