i smiled, thought of some situations in life that is kinda crooked to think ... or i thought so it would be.
let alone my mind play. and so i smiled. funny. very very funny.
how many of us women, especially a wife.. a housewife, an employed wife, perhaps a wife of wealthy man. a mother.
ah woman who has children and a husband or yeah just a woman who has children. perhaps goes to a man who has children too. or a person who has to take care of someone.
my smile started when conversation starts with getting a nanny/house helper ( a room helper perhaps is the most appropriate)
battle inside the brain. yes i need a helper. being selfish. a selfish mom. i thought.
i have two kids. one is turning two few months from now and the little one is only 3months old.
yes i have a what do you call that partner?.. nohhhh a husband. a beautiful husband. a very very very beautiful husband. ha! he is.. he got long hair.. vainer than me i think. hahaha!
so getting a room helper / nanny - - why get 'em?..
have to attend to the biz where my hubby gets our bread and butter.
so kids will be left to her.
funny i said. why?.. becuz i have to pay her to be with my daughter and son, while im almost whole day at work. or facebooking at the office or blogging to my hearts content blowing my eyes off and drool over amazon or... taking the funny walk when something gets in my head. perhaps a hot air.
and so i pay them. one for my daughter and one for my son, both of them will share the work to clean the room as i expected, wash our laundry while the kids are asleep.. entertain them, perhaps teach them proper manners too and how i want them to be raised. and i get to work or have to accompany my hubby. reality bites. i cannot have the excuse of being absent or dilly dallying or how may it look like when im enjoying my kids, when im wanting to be with them.
of course i needed time for me self and thus the shout of superfriends are always on top whenever one is calling in. they are my excuse to reality, but enough with them becuz they are too awesome to describe. back to the helper.
so i pay. yes i will pay. adds up to the budget. adds up to being tic tac toe with dealing with them, since husband well makes a little bit complicated sometimes to me... have to talk to me and will convey it to the helper. funny but i don't know if that is really an attachment of being a wife middle-wife.. hahahah middle-wife thats it... ha! why can't they go directly to the helper? hmm its like a business no?... when the manager is not satisfied with the work he gets angry with the supervisor gets angry with the subordinates. yikes!
and i pay the helper. but that is business its not kids.. biz does not feel, does not needing.. is not human.
funny more indeed is that. i pay the helper. but i don't get paid being a wife. being a mother.
and so i learned that being a wife and a mother is priceless. ha ha ha ha....
or maybe it is just happening to me.
and so i was asked what if i get me self employed?... as in really employed in a company or employed with a 8hours day job or night perhaps and then just having that weekends with my kids. still i get to pay the helper.
funny .... very very funny. i pay helper to look after my kids.
will my kids pay for a kid for me to be busied with like me looking after that kid which is being paid for by my kid .. getting even perhaps...
as of the moment i am very very upset with a very very open mind over the issue.
that i have to blog it down for more clarity. becuz as of the moment i cannot .. well accept the consequences becuz i fear negative consequences. because i think it entails one.
i dunno if husband sees what i am seeing, priority in me is the well being of my kids. thier view of life and life ahead and everything depends on us. on me. not on the helper. the person i pay to look after my kids. and so the feeling of being envy over the helper being chosen by my daughter over me when i want her to be mine. is hurting me. i admit i am hurt.
my dear daughter if only you know how i struggle with that. that every time i look at you sleeping, contented with your happy day, i envy the helper for being with you the whole day...this could be my sentence when she gets a little bit older if she asks me... how she is when she was ....
the issue of the helper. my issue of being a mother. of a wife. a wife of a man who has biz to attend to, that the priority is how to be of help in the biz (whole day) and being away from kids.
oh yeah that issue can be twisted, my time is flexible becuz he owns the biz. ha! if that is the case why hire and get a headache and work as much to pay one?...
the issue is .... kids growing up with helper.
maybe bec he doesn't want to be bothered by 'em when he goes to work in the morning that and gets home too tired from work?... help me out bec thats how i see it. hmmm more time over techie robots .... have i ever thought of computing time spent with them?.....
during weekends, when helper is looking after kids i cook, i clean, perhaps wash laundry, or doing something for the husband ( clear your mind off with the thing! that is not included!) or plain and simply doing my duty as a wife as a mother.
but hey really!!! how many hours do i spend with them?.. quality time.... what really is quality time?... im getting confused. ....
again the question....
do i need to pay for a person to look after my children...
hmmmm im not the one paying after all its my husband. but.
what!!!!! a slap on my face. she gets paid for doing that?.. and when did being a mother, a wife get paid?...
and so the song goes... round and round and round....
Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on youisn't that ironic?...
When you think everything's okay and everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face
A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic...don't you think
A little too ironic...and, yeah, I really do think...
Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out
singin my heart out over that ironic thing is wanting me a cigarette to blow it down... hahahah... bad bad bad ....

