My husband and I stayed with his parents in the first three years of marriage until getting pregnant made us realize it’s time to grow out of our “boarder-like” existence of being cocooned in our room with junk food and DVDs going out only when called to meals.
We were lucky to find a townhouse in Las Pinas that we could afford through bank loan and amortization started just when we finished paying off our car. The building is old so most of our savings went into the major overhaul but it’s a corner unit facing the park so it seemed more spacious than the 95sqm. two-storey unit that it is.
I took to domesticity like fish to water with my rotating 5-week menu, baby’s daily itinerary and weekend chore & recreation schedule. I enjoyed keeping house and attributed my son’s rosy cheeks to the breeze and sunlight that gently stream from our open yard into the doors and windows.
It is when my son started walking and the househelp had to leave that reality set-in… I am no Martha Stewart!
My work schedule is flexible so I was pretty sure I could manage. As soon as my son slept I quickly went about cooking, washing and cleaning, no problem! Then I took a bath and was ready to play by the time my son awoke. I read all his books and chased him around our bare living room until he got hungry so I gave him a bottle of milk. He contentedly lay down watching TV and I was mighty proud of myself until I saw the bottom of his chubby little feet… they were black!
Apparently my well-ventilated little nest was lined with layers of dust from the intersecting roads outside and sweeping with walis tambo only makes the particles scatter about. I quickly washed my son’s feet and scoured the floor with a damp mop. A closer inspection of the nooks and crannies of our house revealed more dust everywhere and as the reality of a filthy abode sank deeper, my subconscious whispered that it’s also unusually silent… I scanned the room and shrieked in absolute horror at the sight of my son brushing his face against the soiled whiskers of the broom!
I need change, I need to start the doom of the broom, I need help!