Moving house

We have moved in with my parents as planned. We need help to look after the little boy when Sunshine's maternity leave is up, and we would not want to leave the maid alone with him at home the whole day even though she turned out to be very diligent and loves the baby as much as we do. We just don't want to take the risk after hearing all the horror stories.

It took us 2 days and a car to move our stuff to my parents' place. We had to transport Sunshine's frozen milk, our clothing, shoes, working gear, 3 laptops, baby's pram, our toiletries and surprised our parents with the amount of stuff we are bringing in on the first day. Why should they be so surprised when they know how much stuff my sis had? And we still have so much stuff at home (the house I bought with Sunshine) that it is still our home, and my parents' place is just a place for us to get through the week, and we look forward to going home for the weekend. Fortunately my parents are computer illiterate and there is no chance for them to find this blog...

Having a car is really a convenience on a rainy day. Taxis can do the same, but it takes more planning and preparation. It was the first time we drove a Toyota Corolla Altis and we could tell that it was a lot more comfortable than driving a Hyundai or Vaio. The boot is also a lot more roomy than the other cars I have rented previously, if I remember correctly. Sunshine and I were saying that we could get used to all these conveniences! But living in Singapore is not cheap at all and we would not assume that we can always afford such luxuries all our lives. Perhaps we will get a car if we have a second child. If we have a second child.

The poor maid had to adapt to a different way of doing things since my mum was quite particular about how some things were done. Some were for reasons of efficiency and some were personal idiosyncrasies, but when you are a humble servant you just did as you are told and you try not to get things mixed up. No wonder our MM frightened us by claiming that if we do not vote for them, our wives and daughters will have to work as maids in other countries. Having seen and heard how some people treat their foreign domestic helpers (the govt terminology for maids from Indonesia and Philippines), it is a frightening prospect indeed. When my son is old enough to understand, will he be proud of how we treat our helpers? Or be ashamed that we are treating a human being so poorly?