Am I normal?

I used to think alot about this. Am I normal or not? Why is it so hard for me to cope with the housework when it seems like so easy for others. No one complains except me. Why ah? Am I lazy? Is it too hard? Is it..is it, so many is its.


I opened my facebook and ppl are posting about holidays, happy moments, food, everything damn thing that happened. And I looked at mine and all I post about is my kids. Boring? I don't know. That's all I can talk about anyway. When I am at home, I sit down and I look at both my kids eating lunch. And they'll talk about Thomas all day. "You know why Gordon is so fast?" one asked. "Because he pulls the express trains!" another answered.  When my hub is home and having dinner, we looked at each other cos both our kids talk about trains again. And I asked him "feel like a stranger sharing a table at the restaurant? hehe welcome to the gang". I said "at least you can go out and talk to your customers and friends. Me? haha I talk to the wall" Noticed that housewives gather at the playground and they seems to talk and talk and talk? I don't blame them. Imagine, that's the only time u get to talk "LIVE".


Then I read this book, GoodNight Nobody. A housewife and a mum of 3 kids. When she was at the playground, looking at all mums yakking, all properly dressed, the kids all nice and happy. Their house are always speck clean with fresh flowers decorated. She wondered "why are they so perfect? Am I not normal?" Oh Bingo! I said. That's exactly how I felt.And I wonder and wonder...and then I saw one of my friend's FB status:


A real woman always keeps her house clean and organized, the laundry basket is always empty. She's always well dressed, hair done. She never swears, behaves gracefully in all situations and all circumstances. She has more than enough patience to take care of her family, always has a smile on her lips, and a kind word for everyone. Post this as your status if you, too, have just realized that you might be a man.


haha funny ain't it? And then I remember this sentence that my aunt told me , she said her son (my cousin) said it to her "A neat house is not a cosy house". haha. To be honest I'm very scared to be in a house that is superbly neat, cos it looks like a showhouse with labels "DO NOT SIT" or "DO NOT TOUCH" sign. Once we went to another cousin's house and she bought some wood furniture and my son went and played train on the furniture and scratched it. Her face.. FUIYOH... and the mum can say "that chair is 5k you know?"  Staying in a house like that is really "heart attack". Better shrink wrap every human that goes into the house la, right? Anyway... what am i writing ah?  Oh yeah.


I think I am normal la but I am the kind that is expressive and not the kind that keeeep and keep everything and then diam diam cry at one corner.  If I wanna cry I will stand in the middle of the house and cry loud loud. Cos its my own house ma. It's not an easy task to get the house looking like a house with 2 boys around. People said that "cleaning the house with kids are like shoving snow while its snowing".  So I do what I can, when I can. Perfect , my house can never be. But cosy, is definitely.


P/S: sasha what talking you?????
P/S/S: muahahhaa I also dunno. I just wanna express what i feel inside. Can or not?