i hate brooms

my mom told me to sweep the whole house today. for the first time, seriously. i dont know what got into her head lah. she never asked me to sweepe before because she likes to do it herself. when i offered last time, she just said "go mind your own business" so i never offered again, but TODAY she got it into her head that i must learn to sweep the house. SO. she was sooooo full of complaints i dont think i ever wanna touch the stupid broom in front of her ever again. god, it was torture to sweep in front of her.

first, i had to sweep my room. even my tiny room was horrible. every tiny inch of dust had to be swept. things that i couldnt even SEE she made me sweep. i dunno, maybe she has those superman zoom in kinda eyes. maybe she saw microscopic germs and mistook them for dust and made me sweep them. and THEN she claimed that i was holding the broom the wrong way. come on, lahh. i didnt know there was a method of holding brooms. i thought it was correct la, mcm dalam science. fulcrum, load, effort. thats all there is to it kan? NO. you have to grip the broom properly and apparently my hand twists when i hold the broom. and when my hands twist, i have no control.

then i had to sweep abangs room. of course that was worse because abangs room is like a freaking pigsty. clothes all over the place, plates, and DUST. lots and lots of dust. oooooh, the bliss. then the whole cycle starts over again. "you missed that hair!" "hold the broom properly!" "why are you looking up?! look at the floor, thats where the dust is!".

dont get me wrong, i love my mother alot. but when it comes to doing housework with her, no thank you.