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Honey I shrunk the kids.

If Khong Guan biscuits can be a cure for cranky swings, how about penat cum pemalas swings.

Exhausted is the word, I really am.

I have to take my hats of to all the “stay at home mums”.

In all honesty it is not an easy task to do.

Men please appreciate your wife if she choose to give up their dreams just be at home to educate & nurture the kids.

I seriously wonder if SAHM actually have a schedule to keep up to?

And I really wonder in that schedule do they actually make way for “Me” time?

I am not a big fan with organising, however thanks to A.L the house is always spick and span.

And if the world must know, I am the laundry lady in the house; probably it is something clever that I figure I am good at.

For the matter of fact that I am not colour blind, I am good at separating clothes according to colours. (Duh!)

One more thing, I hardly pay attention to the washing labels, the only time I realised the need to have a peek, it was probably too late.

(It can be a disaster, especially if it is A.L favourite tee)

When asked, I simply pretended not to know or simply confessed with the most kesian face in the universe.

I am a champs in ignoring arguments over trivial matters.

Today I stared at the laundry bag full of soiled clothes; it is there and is still there.

I looked again; it is still there and there again.

It is not moving!!

I stared hard and I tried the magic word “abracadabra.”

It is still there.

Oh boy I need a magician or maybe I need Sabrina the teenage witch or I love Jeanie.

Looks like, its reality, you don’t hope for magic to happen.

To all mums, I know it is not mothers’ day today.

Tribute to all who are doing the household chores!!!!

We don’t wait for mothers’ day to feel appreciated do we?

By the way, “Honey I shrunk the kids your favourite tee, Ooops!!!”