I'd Trade My Husband with a Maid

I guess this is the major reason why I didn’t blog for months. Not only in blogging, I’ve lost interest in so many favorites things; cleaning, reading, blog-hopping, music, and gossips. Gossip? And I guess that’s big.

Yes, the title itself is self-explained. I’ve been acting weird all this few months prior to this long-distance relationship. I kept thinking of how unfair my life is, while I’m the only who wake up every night to satisfy my daughter’s hunger pain, and yet my husband is on his very success way to achieve his only dream-to become a plastic surgeon. I’m the only one who is always in constant worry of raising my daughter, and yet I kept on thinking of how easy my husband’s life is.

It was a total mess up last few months. My mood changed so easily. I lived in two different personalities; I can be good and bad at few nanoseconds. I wish it wasn’t depression, not a clinical one.

This is me when I was a good wife – I pray for him, pray for his success, I even bought a study desk and bookshelves for his convenience. I decorated the room with Iris’s photos and our photos; I brought all the stationeries so that he won’t attend the class without eraser (what does the eraser do with the corpse?), I sent him card every week, I seriously wanted him to success and I was so proud every time he called me after the surgery telling that he just performed the operative procedure, making everybody looks acceptable and gorgeous. I told him to carry on the study when he had his downs, told him that I can look after our babies, that he doesn’t have to worry, let me handle the babies, that this four years of being apart is nothing, that his success is a must. Oh, how good I was; a classic example of a very good wife.

And this is me when I was not so good wife – I wish I had a gun.

And what now? I’m healthy now, even healthier. I get back to normal life, I read and gossip. How did I do that? Oh, it is not easy I tell you. I have an MOU with him, that he has to pass his study, that he has to skill the surgical operation, because I have a very big mission, that he has to do the reconstructive procedure on me, change my vital stats to J Lo’s, that sexy lips of Jolie, and prior to that, I really hope he would success no matter how long it would take and how far we would stay.

Ha-ha got you! You thought I am that demon, trying to change my beautiful me? I think I can get over the mess up because I realized how short my life is, how wasting my time is just to stare at the wall and meratapi nasib of this long-distance relationship. And the ultimate reason is because I love Mr Muhammad Firdaus Abas so dearly I cannot put into words.

But still, I’d love to trade my husband with a maid. Arghhh, help me with the chores!!!!