We have been staying in my SIL's room for the past 2 nights since our air condition in the room is down. The technician promised that he will come this afternoon to check on it. My kids have been asking me whether they can move back to our room. Guess they missing their own bed. Lol!
On first night, both kids were excited on moving to different room to sleep. My girl even called it a "sleep over" . Lol! But on 2nd night (last night) they were not so keen to sleep in the room. The girl complained the brother kicked her because they are sharing a single bed while hubby and I put a mattress on the floor. In the end both compromised by one sleeping on the head and another on the foot of the bed.
I spoke to my MIL over the phone few days ago. She was introducing an Indonesian maid to me, who used to work for her. It is happened to be the elder sister of my previous Indonesian worker who helped me at the shop a year ago. Been paranoid, I declined her sister.
I know my MIL's good intention. She wants the maid to help me with the house chores and kids when we moving to new house, but since it was not completed, there is no reason to have her for time being.
Our conversations switched to house moving. My MIL hates moving house because of all the packing and cleaning works. Who doesn't? We have already moved some stuff in boxes over to new house so by the time we officially move in, there would not be many stuff to pack and unpack.
Like my MIL I also hate moving house. As age catching up, I don't like to move around. But when I was a kid, the thought of moving to houses thrilled me. Of course not the scrubbing, washing and moving parts, just the thought of new house excited me. Since young, I have moved to many locations, and I still can remember most of the places at the back of my mind.
As young infant I stayed in my dad's workshop in Satok when he was working as mechanic there. I remembered I saw a picture of young me before in photo album. Then we moved to a wooden house in Jalan Batu Lintang and we stayed there for a short period of time before we moved to my grandparents' motorbike shop in Jalan Simpang Tiga. Both grandparents are no longer around and the shop has been passed to my dad's 2nd brother now. I have some slight memory of my stay there. Both sister and brother were born there. Then from shop and wooden house, we moved to terrace house in Kenyalang Park. Spent most of my childhood there. We stayed in Kenyalang for 8 years or so before we moved to Chawan Road when I was in secondary school. It was a detached single storey house. My dad turned the backyard into workshop for his business. We stayed in this detached house the longest, for more than 10 years before we moved to the current house, a detached double storey house, also in Chawan Road.
I stayed in that house for about 2 years before I was married and currently staying in BDC. It has been almost 7 years here. This year it will be another house moving, and this time it would be farther, to MJC. When I told my girl about moving house, she was very excited. Can have her own space, have swimming pool and clubhouse and school is just within walking proximity.