the clean issue

Yesterday was revealing.
I have just about had enough with terence's impossibly fastidious crap.
I mean, i appreciate a husband who's so handy around the house, cleaning and picking after me at every chance he's got.
But.... he's such a freako!



He doesn't let me fry anything cos of the oil. Not even an egg!
When i do so, he scrubs everything, the stove, the sink etc.... cos he's so scared of the oil stains.
He picks up every strand of hair i drop (i drop like, one thousand daily).
He picks up the bread crumbs from my toast everyday.
It's just crazy!



Finally yesterday i blew my top.
I told him i have enough.
I think "Our house is meant for us to live in. It's not a freaking MUSEUM!"
were my exact words.
Cos i was hungry at about 11pm and was toasting some bread.
When he told me to mind the bread crumbs.
I just couldn't take it at that point.
It's like.... my every move must leave no trace!
It's cleanliness to CSI-degree.
You know, leaving absolutely no evidence that I'd done anything, eaten anything, touched anything.
It's sooooo suffocating!


He apologised, but i was already fuming mad.
What did i do?
I stormed out of the house.
And he followed.
We walked all the way to the waterfront at vivocity. Silent all the way.
Then when we reached, we talked and talked.
The weird thing is, we didn't talk about the incident at home at all.
We talked, of all things, about our careers, our plans, our ambitions.
It's most peculiar!
Probably cos that looong walk had already cleared my temper.


It's no big deal actually.
I was just being mean and spoilt about it.
The truth is, I'm bloody lazy and spoilt.
Except for ironing and washing the clothes (machine, that is), i don't do anything at all.
I can't even be bothered to wash my own plates after dinner. I hate washing stuff.
Terence does E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G.
And i was just probably gog crazy cos we're so different.


I'm used to my maid doing all these for me.
Now that it's my husband doing it, it makes me feel guilty in a strange way.
I feel a weird but very strong sense of guilt.
Cos it's not fair to him.
He doesn't complain one bit. He's way too .... i dunno.... easy to take for granted?
I am a terrible terrible person.

He's too nice to me. That's the problem.
I feel kinda spooked out about it.
He does so much so much that i constantly feel like some wicked witch.
He indulges the tyrant that i am!

Here's a nice family dinner during my brother-in-law Nic's 25th bday.

Taken on 20th January. Just uploaded it cos i'd finally replaced my camera cable.