I’m angry as I write this. I know that at times like this, I shouldn’t write, for, I would be able to write things that I don’t want to write here. Anyway, this post will serve as a lesson to those mommies out there who have household helpers.

Just a minute ago, my helper asked me something that shouldn’t be asked from me in the first place. I am her boss in this house. I knew that it was my fault why she is asking me that way – just like a friend – it seems she doesn’t regard me as her boss. My golly. If I have to look back, I knew that I did treat her nicely, and that she had gone overboard. Let me recount the ways.

I still remember it well. April 30. The first time she went to our house, she had the sweetest smile a person could give to others. That smile assured me that she is of good character; that she is kind; that she is full of respect; that she will be forever good as a worker, and much more as a person. I trusted her in an instant. My husband did the same.

For two weeks she worked diligently. She woke up at 7a.m.; cleaned the living room, the bathroom, the kitchen; and, cooked our food with stylish presentation. We gave her everything that she would need. I gave her my new towel. We gave her four sets of clothes with matching sleeves and pants. We gave her a pair of slippers. I gave her my Victoria’s secret lotion. I gave her a set of my pedicure/manicure kit. I gave her sets of undees. And more….of which, the most important thing, I treated her well, like a real human being (unlike her previous boss here and all others here who maltreat maids). I don’t count. It’s just that…let me continue my story…

In that span of two weeks, she cried over her problems for three days. She asked for my help to let her go to the Embassy so she could go home, back to her home country. I gave her half of her monthly salary even though she only rendered her services for 13 days. I gave her food to curb her hunger during her stay there. I did not hesitate to help her out and listen to her ordeals.

When she asked us to let her come back to our place last month, we didn’t hesitate a bit. We accepted her wholeheartedly. Then after five days of accepting her AGAIN, her dramas in life soared to the highest level. This time, I wasn’t accommodating of her manipulative schemes. The second time around that she would full me again of her tantrums, I never gave her a chance. I told her firmly, “if you wanted to go out, go, and never come back”. Then she sorted her problems out, telling me of her problems everyday, like a sick tape recorder. I had to be kind for my baby’s sake, for my family’s sake here. She takes care of my baby. She cooks our food. I HAVE TO BE KIND. In fact, I am kind. Read the rest of this entry »