HandyWoman

An extremely exhausting week it has been. The house was filled with noise pollution coming from the drilling, sanding and hammering. Not to mention the occasional chatters between the guys (and mostly, my mum inclusive) that undoubtedly added boost to the noise level.

Having the contractors over to give our kitchen a facelift doesn't mean we are in the clear in terms of time and labour. Mum made sure we (or at least the "free-est" one at home) are fully utilised during the process. 

Without a job but rich with time, I am the handywoman Mum conveniently exploited around the house. But in exchange for the exploitation, she suffered nagging, criticism and just more criticism from her beloved daughter(s). Going into details would probably result in a not-so-nice long spew of what happened - which could only be described with one word - NASTY.

Over the last week or so, I have painted, cleaned, packed, and unpacked. Australia has trained me well. In fact, it sprouted my independence and revealed my hidden skills. Fixing the furniture, setting up the washing machine, changing the light bulbs, cooking my own meals and doing my own laundry were tasks I never knew I could (and would) do before leaving this puny island. Bangkok domesticated me further and made me realised the things I would do for the man I love and my small family.

If I can do everything myself and am indeed the handywoman I say I am, what are men for? Better to do without?