My parents had yet again ditched us for another mountain. Indonesia this time, and I'm quite convinced that they chose August because they knew that I would be home. Clever. And here I am, stuck with 2 kids, living the life of a housewife (minus the cleaning duties, than goodness for the part time helper).
I've been waking up at 6.30am, just in time to make sure that they had breakfast, tho it's way too late to do anything if I found out that they haven't eaten, and to see them crawl into my neighbours' cars (carpooling because we are environmental friendly citizens, or maybe we're just lazy), and get back to bed (lol).
Wake up at 8 something, make myself breakfast and wash the dishes they left behind, vacuum upstairs (basically just the 2 bedrooms that we occupy), water the plants (more like waving the hose around), and get ready for gym.
Come back from gym, shower, make lunch. Or take away on the way back from gym. Take in the laundry and fold the clothes. Pick up my siblings and come home for lunch. Clean up after lunch, and send them to their tuition classes. Take them out for tea after tuition, and waste away 2 hours at home. Meanwhile, dump laundry into the machine, and hang them when they're done. Go to my grandparents' place for dinner.
Come home and waste the night away.
Repeat.
It's quite annoying because I can't exactly ask anyone out since I have somebody to fetch almost every hour and I'm quite determined to dedicate my morning to gym before my mom comes back and make me lazy again. Don't feel like going out at night either because my grandma will flip if she knows that I left those 2 at home alone, at night. So I'm quite very stuck with this rigid schedule until my parents return.
But frankly, having a schedule again, or responsibility in general, feel kinda good. At least I feel useful now, actually doing things that are constructive (to my siblings, not myself), but productive nonetheless right?
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