The Moment of Truth about Frustration

hello all! Strangely, the frustration that i had weeks ago has dissolved. The exasperation that I felt having week in and week out rotting at home on the pretext that Phui boy cannot be left alone was was slowly eating into my bones. A little at a time. Well, and thank goodness, it sort of stopped. For now. Hopefully for good.

I haven't been out shopping at all for a really long time. Even the thought of having a simple meal at a nice, quiet restaurant seems far fetched. Gone were the days where we can go catch a movie whenever we want to, or, to just simply head down town to meet up with friends for a coffee or two. Or, to decide that we should join our friends for some partying.

There just wasn't any activity anymore. Well, at least, no more fun activities - the only ones involved purely chores - cleaning the house, throwing out tonnes of newspaper that were soaked-in by pee and poop. More cleaning of the house. Cooking. Laundry. Cleaning of the house - again. Even with so much cleaning, it seems that there's still so much mess lying around. So much things to be put back in place.

Thankfully (or maybe not) we still do watch DVDs at home. Movie weekend. That will mean enjoyment of the show intermittently. We'll have many pauses during the course of just 1 movie. We just have to pause each time phui was up to some mischief or momoo was too lazy to get up to make his own tea. Either that, or let the show run and I will have to be about, being the slave of the 2. Literally.

I was very very upset. Well. Was.

I guess I was overworked -- from work from office, and more work from home. Honestly, i never seem to be able to fully rest till 10 in the evening. And by then, I will be dead tired. And, the whole routine starts all over again tomorrow. Sad isn't it. Strangely, married life can be really sad in that way. So, all you singles out there - savour the moment of dating/single-hood.

I don't hold it against phui boy or momoo for causing my life to fall into such a sorry-state. But, I couldn't help feeling frustrated and easily irritable at the "plight" we were in. I fell terribly sick with the last couple weeks - in fact, since I've moved into our new place. In the midst of it, I probably have lost all my precious kilograms in mass that I had worked so hard for previously(argh! my precious mass !)

In the end, i blew up at momoo - and oh boy! Am I glad I just rant at him on all my frustration last week. No more cooking during weekday. No more tea making/serving. And, he has to learn to fix up milo and ribena for me!!! HMF - I don't care anymore.

His mind must have went... "oppss.. think I've hit her ceiling". Its strange, that although he knows he can't exactly wallow in the mud when he gets home because both of us work and he couldn't, possibly let me play house all on my own. But he just refuse to do anything! well, to be fair, he does clean up the entire house - mop + vacum every saturday. But strangely, even if he does that every week, it seems that I have so many other chores that is left undone! And, without fail, I can't really sit in front of the tv and do NOTHING till 10. Strange!

But thankfully, now that I have winch about my 'pathetic' lifestyle that I so hate to Momoo, things are soooooo much better.

True. Married life is a wonder - there is someone you can rely on(not that you need one) - you have someone to witness your happines/joy, someone to share the little thrills that both of you go through. Not to mention to wake up to the one you love and say good night to. Of course, despite all that horrible complaints I have about life being pathetic and sad, I am glad that Momoo and I are married, and happy. Its a feeling that I can't describe. It makes me happy just to know that at the end of the day, I will get to see Momoo and Phui boy. To hug them and talk to them.

Given a choice, I wouldn't make another choice. I am happy in this one - despite all complaints I have about those little winches.