This (the title) is one of my favourite quotes. However, it is only very recently when I truly realised what it means.
Some of my readers who had read my old blog, davaomommy.com, would know “Honey.” Yep, I’m talking about the ex-yaya. The ex-yaya. She who must not be named unless I had no choice. I wrote an entire freaking saga about her, and I thought that ever since she left — with all the unnecessary drama not to mention — that chapter of my life was officially closed.
Until last week.
I didn’t want to write about it, but this is part of my life and I decide to share it with you. Perhaps to warn, perhaps to entertain, or perhaps just to tell the story of how an employer who tried her best to be good still ends up betrayed.
I’ve been trying to have my siesta (which means afternoon nap for the non-Spaniard colonised), but there’s someone who have been singing Masaya, you know, the song by Bamboo, for I think 15 minutes now. Just outside my gate. In fairness to him, he has a nice voice and sings well, but please let me have my afternoon nap.
Anyway, since my nap has been
rudely musically interrupted, I decided to just blog my feelings away. This has been a super busy week, as in, and it’s not even Wednesday evening! For starters, there are the usual work responsibilities. Actually, I like being given more responsibilities at work because, somehow, I feel like I’m becoming indispensable. But I will be honest and say it’s not easy! Then again, nothing good ever came easy.
And finally, there’s this little thing called parenting. I’m managing but I still haven’t been the perfect parent lately. I’m pressured to teach him to write or read (or teach him at least anything) but I’m either busy working or just enjoying spending time with him. I’ll guess I’ll just let him be a child and not a student for a little bit longer haha.
But wait, here’s the news of the week:
We finally have a new helper at home.
Last year, with all the drama my old yaya has caused, I vowed never to hire helpers anymore. But then, I realised it’s so hard to be a single yaya-less full-time WAHM. It’s doable — if a home looking like a war zone is acceptable.
I’ve been contemplating on getting a new yaya for Yuri for sometime now (I’m no martyr — it’s tiring to look after a 3-year old while working full-time!), but during these past few days, I’ve gone from plain contemplation to desperation! As in!
Yuri had a fever over the weekend. That’s nothing new – kids have fevers all the time. We’re blessed Yuri doesn’t get sick often. And even though he was running a temperature, he was still playing actively. Not as active as his normal level of active, but nothing to worry about. Then he developed cough and a cold, but still nothing to worry about.
So sorry to mislead you, but this has nothing to do with Yuri getting sick. (But he was so clingy when he was sick, so I was also wishing for a yaya during the time).
But no, I found myself desperate to look for a new yaya when Yuri, who was still not in his best form, got into a mild accident.
A few steps away from where I was.