The good and the bad..

I’m truly happy that my son didn’t have his bottled formula milk yesterday. The whole day went by without a single sip or even a mention of his ‘nenen’.

Well, 4 yo Nabil had been down to 3 bottles a day. One on the way to school, one on the way home from school and one before bed. I have been giving him and making sure he takes his glass of milo on the way to school. I like the family to take milo in the morning and I make it with milk instead of the Malaysian favourite of milo kosong.

For his on the way home nenen, I replaced it with some cookies/crackers or a bun.

Now, the final touch….how do u replace that last bottle that he takes before he falls asleep? I decided to make Hot Chocolate after dinner. Young man drank a mug and asked for more. Another mug and he was happy. Then we did the going to bed routine (minus the bottle) and he fell asleep.

I slept smiling as now Nabil is moving to a new stage…J also the fact that I’m almost out of formula and I won’t be thinking of buying more….

On the other side, I spoke to Dr Zarin on Nabil’s snoring. (I’m not talking childlike snores, he snores like an adult). Nabil’s tonsils are big. Dr Zarin says that most probably his adenoids are also big. Since Nabil has been complaining about his hearing, so that could also be related :(. I’ve read about this situation on the net and most of the time the next step is surgery as the condition causes him to stop breathing during his sleep…sleep apnea la pulak…

Helpers from Hell

We sometimes hear stories about maids being abused and all kinds of thought cross our minds. On the other hand, we also hear about maids being great and stay on till the kids gets married and have kids of their own.

Good or bad, it all depends on luck?

Back in the days when Malaysian took in local helpers, it was good. Well, it had to be good as the children are left with the maid at home. No CCTV or whatever. Helpers would cook, clean, take care of kids and some even do gardening.

Today, Malaysian mostly take in Indonesian helpers. So we hear of all the horror stories. About kids being poisoned, abused, husbands being seduced etc. Some of us read of these events thinking that it’ll never happen to U.

For instance, I read about the Nirmala case and I’m hinking….how could one be so bold? But, you could.

Live in helpers are expected to help and employers depends on them. If the helpers are not here to work but instead thought that coming to Malaysia was a ticket to get out of Indonesia…well, Houston we have a problem.

Personally, I’ve had my own experience. Helper was lazy, biadap (rude) and dirty.

Things that almost drove me mad was

She wouldn’t wake up on her own. Since I’ll be breastfeeding my daughter, hubby would have to wake her up everyday. Set an alarm for her, she’ll just turn it off.
Milk bottles were dirty.
Ironing 3 pieces of shirt while I’m out the whole day?????
She never cleans her room
She sleeps anywhere she fancies.
Used the kitchen scissors to cut her hair or some ‘bulu’ and put it back in the utensils drawer unwashed. After this event, the house had hair/bulu all over the place. When told to tidy up, she didn’t. So I had to vacumn the whole house.
She had this tendency to put her hand in my handbag to ‘search’ for things like the house keys. Then smirks when I told her off. ‘Ibu takut saya curi barang?’
washed shoes in the kitchen sink using children bowl for holding the soap??? There were clean plates & glasses on the sink as well. Normally she washes shoes in the toilet.

Arghhhhhh……for 3 months she drove me crazy. Nonetheless, I had to keep her for the agent was not ready to take her back. I put no reliance on her and just had her do things like tidy up after meals (which was either cooked by me or bought). Putting things into the car.

After endless scolding, I found that she had been talking to some of MY RELATIVES and she thinks that she’s doing just fine and I’m a plain bitch. I do hope that some people do not interfere in my life cause u’re just making things worse and U really have other things to do in your life.

Well, Bedah was my Nirmala minus the scars.