I had cooking duties. On top of that, I had my usual housekeeping - vacuum the floor, mop, laundry, clean the toilet and oh God the litter boxes are due for washing, weeds are growing everywhere in the garden etc. You know the drill. My late grandmother used to say that housework NEVER ends. I now see her wisdom.
I know you love your husband and kids and all but I bet sometimes you do wish that you could have a day all to yourself and not do a thing for anyone. Just sit back and relax without a care in the world. No judgement.
I am grateful to my brother for taking very good care of our parents. He provides a comfortable home, food and all the basic amenities. He drove them to and from the hospital when dad had surgery.
My role is very small. I help to procure medical supplies and I cook them simple meals for the week (since my brother is at work and dad is not well enough to go out to buy food like he used to).
I am also eternally grateful to my mum for nursing my dad right from day one when he was diagnosed with cancer. Her dedicated care and love has sustained him for past 20 years.
And there I was, feeling like a frustrated housewife. But just for that one day. I suffer from depression and sometimes my brain goes bonkers for no reason at all. Writing about it helps a lot.
Pork porridge - simplest meal in the world - bone broth + shredded carrots + seasoned minced pork + cooked rice. Boil, boil, boil, kautim! Difficult? No.
My simple dhall - lentils, carrots, garlic and ginger - with added fried onions, cumin and curry leaves. Difficult? No.
That's not the end of my duty.
My partner's turn. These are his meals to add on to some that are already in the freezer. Which means that next weekend I don't have to prep food for him as there is enough for another two weeks.
Then there is all the washing up.
Then the vacuum cleaning. No. I had no energy to mop the floor. So I did the laundry instead. The litter boxes? Bah! Next week lah.
I don't feel like this all the time. Just that one day. I love cooking for the people I love.
To cheer me up, I poured me (no, not Whisky) a tumbler of blueberry and lemon kefir.