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It's Helliday

I am envious...very, VERY envious about local Malaysians who work Malaysian time. We, Malaysians, get so many days of holidays all year round that we literally have more holidays than working days. Kidding. We don't but I wouldn't be very off-mark when I say that we have more or less as many holidays as we have working days. This year is a little special. I had no idea how we managed to cram longweekend after longweekend after longweekend and they're all crammed into Aug/Sept! And for this Hari Raya (muslim celebration), the government decided that an 'extra special' day of holiday should be given....for reasons unknown. Being a Malaysian, I should be happy but I am not. I work from home and let's just say that my working hours is pretty much 'international'. My holidays follow no particular country's hols except for maybe....the United States since that's where most of my clients are from. So, while we celebrate Chinese New Year or Deepavali here, I get no holidays; but I have Boxing Day and Thanksgiving which Malaysians here don't have. I know. It's soooooo screwed!! My problem with having so many days of holiday is that I spend so much time preparing meals for the kids because they're home. And I have to usher them to their tuition, get them to do their homework, practice their piano and then maybe organize a visit to grandma's so that I can come back and have 30 minutes or more of 'quiet time' when I can think, write, manage and organize. It's hell when everyone's enjoying a break when I have to work DOUBLE. Mothers would know that this is true. A holiday when you have kids is not really a holiday. It's Helliday.
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