They say don’t sweat the small stuff. Funny enough small stuff have a way of building up if not handled in time. At this point in my life I have been experiencing quite a number of firsts. At the same time learning a lot because WEH! Adulting is not for the faint hearted. No wonder some people decide to drink it away if only to numb the mind. I am not getting to this point though it now makes a lot of sense. This is a story for another day. As a human being, we are made up of so much, I am made of so much myself and everyday is a day to look at the woman in the mirror. All she has to do is make it to the other side….safely…probably unperturbed…unharmed, hehehe now this is stretching my luck.
One of the firsts is having a Domestic Manager. I do not have a single experience being an employer of a person I hardly know sharing the same space every day! It’s like I gave birth to an adult and I have to figure my adult baby,fast! Lord,is it hard! For the longest time I bailed on this experience. I was lucky to be able to walk around with my baby still earning and I thank the women who had gone before and understood my walk and still gave me the opportunity to work with my baby on my back. Now she is all grown and the privilege gone.
Maria Del Sanjelas as I call her (if you are ancient like me she used to fill our screens with love with her Jojea) has been with us for a month now. I dare not sweat the small stuff but I have realized they tend to grow bigger when left unattended. I am happy having her, she has made me realize am lazy and her hands on stuff I would rather not do is great. The way she cleans this tiles that you can practically eat on them and the sink ever empty and clean, I do not know how she does it all. The clothes clean and the baby full. The way she learns things fast and does her all to be her best.
I also get worried when she expects to be told her next steps. I worry if she could handle everything if I was away abruptly. I worry if she would take care of Munch Munch when she’s playing outside with all the older kids to ensure she does not get hurt or mishandled. What would she do if the baby got injured? I almost had a heartache the other day she was locked in in an abandoned car that has zero ventilation. So I heard Munch Munch crying and checking her she was alone yet they were together with Maria Del Sanjelas. I looked for her on the rooftop the probable place she could be and she wasn’t there, neither at our most favorite neighbor’s house.
Obviously I was annoyed and wondered if I was not there who would have taken charge of my little baby. With each passing minute I became angry and it turned into an hour still nothing. It’s not until my emperor came back home and saw her sitting in the abandoned car and informed me. Imagine if she was with Munch Munch not forgetting the story of the mam is now nursing her 3 year old suffering from brain damage and the other one who died just because of such an incident. I mean is there a book on how to raise an adult?!