It’s been quite the week for us. Nico took a scary tumble (happily he was in his car seat at the time). I discovered that nursing a baby while hungover is sooo not fun. We picked up our Olympic tickets. Someone stole my cell phone (which was promptly replaced with a phone I’m finally beginning to grudingly admit is much cooler than my old, much beloved phone). There was a death on the European side of our little family (not unexpected but terribly sad all the same). And we’ve finally broken down and hired someone to clean our apartment.
Our ayi seems like a very nice person. She comes highly recommended from another American family, and she’s raised what appears to be a mature and bright son who speaks excellent English. Most importantly, so far she doesn’t appear to be the type of person who feels compelled to tell me how I’m not raising my son correctly. Anyway, today is her first day and after a fairly sleepless night dealing with Nico who decided he needed to eat every two hours and my own nerves regarding allowing a complete stranger to get far too intimate with my dirty laundry (almost literally), I’m presently an anxious wreck as I await her first day of work. I’m also trying not to succumb to the urge to clean before someone arrives to clean.
‘Cause that just seems silly.
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I would LOVE to have someone come and clean our apartment but I would also be afraid of the disapproving looks I would get for being such a lazy housekeeper.