I'll keep this short and un-philosophical. I hate having a maid most days...someone in my house constantly, doing a bad job at what should be easy for a very long time. Teaching my son to be spoiled. And the drama that comes with it is nearly overwhelming. So anyhow...we lost another one. Ironic sort of because last Sunday night a group of us were up on the roof and I commented: "I don't know how Ignatius comes to work on Mondays. You'd think that for the money, it would just be depressing to come and clean up after someone else's fun weekend." Not sure if he heard me cosmically...
But he never came again. Just quit showing up, which is apparently normal. His uncle works on the next lane, and sorrowfully told Wade that "lazy boy" just decided he didn't want to work as a maid anymore. Ok. The drama affects me less every day (remember the "normal" water buffalo in the road). We had another one lined up in short order and hope to hold on to her for the 60-odd days until we go.
And today, after a rather large party at our place last night...I sat sipping coffee and watching a movie with Caden while she hauled out bottles and did dishes and scrubbed up the floors (there were 11 kids in attendance). And I thought "hey, this ain't so bad."
I wonder what tomorrow will bring...
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