Stresses of a working Mom in Malaysia

Where do I start???

For one, screw those people for spoiling the domestic help market! It’s not like all Malaysians treat their helpers like servants and even when helpers are treated very well, they certainly don’t deserve some of the wages that expats are throwing at them. I can understand if you’re an experienced person, with respectable character and great references; the sky’s the limit really. But if you are not? WTF. How many Malaysian moms earn RM100,000 per month in order to afford the luxury of the best domestic help? Seriously, there ARE people who earn that kind of money in KL. As a salary. Not even as a Director or a Shareholder. Just a mere employee.

Picture this. There is a work crisis. A Government Department is on my case. I am the intermediary between five parties and everything is urgent in order to resolve the issue at hand. I am calling people consecutively and responding to emails as and when the calls progress. VERY BUSY. And T2 is pulling my hand calling, “Mama, Mama!” There is only so many times you can ask a toddler to wait. She has been amazingly patient. And then after you give her that 2 minutes to fulfill her request, another comes up. It never stops. If it’s not changing the Barney CD, it’s opening or closing something, or stretching up high to get the keys, or reading to her, or getting that umbrella, or making milk, or serving food (and this can be serving food five times because she has moods). Oh, it really isn’t easy.

Then there are the three mountains of laundry already named Mount Fuji, Mount Kinabalu and Mount Kilimanjaro. It hasn’t metamorphosised into Mount Everest yet, God forbid! Dusty floors, toys everywhere, un-emptied dustbins in every room, mess, clutter, more toys everywhere, it’s no wonder why I cannot think straight!

There is the guilt of school work. I have NO time for T1’s school work. Bless her for being so independent but it really isn’t fair to her. She has tests that I am not even aware of and that’s really saying something because really, I expect more of myself to be that hands on Mom. I always was and now I feel that I’m cheating her out of it. But I’m trying. I certainly don’t compensate by buying her more gifts in line with our de-clutter project and besides, it goes totally against my beliefs. I want her to have memories. And I’m trying…….

Stimulating T2? Forget it. If I gave my life to T1 in her first 5 years (and believe me, I sure felt like I did!), I’m only giving T2 less than five percent of that. How is that fair? Seemingly though, T2 appears to be a self-starter, a motivated learner and has handled herself well, almost like she’s been forced to survive. And surviving she is! So maybe I should just bury the guilt and be happy that she’s still a bright child despite nothing from me but love.

The Hubs? Man, he is MOANING. He is moaning that I am working too hard. I AM working hard but I’m conditioned that way. I can never do things half-assed, it just isn’t me. I don’t even work for the money sometimes! It’s a self-fulfilling ego exercise that goes into automatic mode. And whoosh!! I’m suddenly juggling a hundred million tasks at hand. Crazy woman. But bitch, do I love the buzz!

Friends? Well, I hardly see them anymore but I know we’re always in each others hearts. Unfortunately, certain ‘friends’ whom I thought were ‘friends’ turned out to be not so ‘friends’. But life’s too short to worry about them. I only feel compassion and pity for their evil actions. It obviously stems from deep rooted insecurity at some level because why else would you intentionally hurt another good person, for your own gain? The world’s filled with all kinds……

Damn, it’s stressful.

But you know what? At the end of the day, I have a lot.

So thank you.

*bows*

 

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3 thoughts on “Stresses of a working Mom in Malaysia

  1. i wish i was an alien with 8 hands, 8 eyes, 8 legs, 8 ears and 4 mouth.. to serve my family, boss, kid and friends !
    joke aside. time is never enough and yes, it’s very stressful being a working mom in Msia.

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