The girl we call Maria

Maria has been with us for almost 2 months now. She has been GREAT help around the house (from cleaning, mopping, cooking, washing, ironing, folding, dusting and very much everything in between for the sole purpose of keeping our home in order).  As the days pass, I get to know her a little bit more–some I can live with and some I just kinda scratch my head and go “WHAT?”

So here’s what I like about her:

  1. She’s quite clean and hygiene conscious when she’s around Muffin. She also makes sure her hands are sanitized between the endless number of nappy changes.
  2. She works like a bullet train on the loose – everything gets done like in a jiffy and it’s not shabby at all
  3. She’s very neat and tidy; David’s clothes are kept almost colour and collar coordinated AND she rolled up all of my panties (which I told her to un-roll cos I can’t identify my undies in that manner)
  4. She loves being around Muffin and loves playing with him, we even caught her singing Jingle Bells to him once (probably ran out of ideas liao!)
  5. She’s initiated and tries to problem-solve on her own. For the longest time we had this horrible stain on our toilet floor, and God knows what she did it’s gone now. Amazing.

Here’s what drives me crazy:

  1. She doesn’t listen attentively when new instructions are given, especially when it comes to preparing vegetables and meats for cooking. Once I caught her stabbing a sengkuang, and another time I saw her cutting a good inch off the top of a capsicum and chucking it into the bin. My heart was beating really fast. I guess she’s never had a sengkuang, or a capsicum.
  2. She’s a hoarder. She keeps our trash. Everything that we try to dispose off, she somehow skims through first and keeps the stuff she deems “worthy” to be kept. Her feet are not even my size and she’s keeping a pair of my really worn out slippers. AND, my mom caught her keeping 2 of her worn out bras. We’ve resorted to throwing away stuff directly into the big bin at my mom’s shop or at my apartment. This one really drives me crazy.
  3. She simplifies problem-solving the Pinoy way (which is not the right/safe way). I caught her stabbing a can instead of using the can opener TWO TIMES. I almost went mental. As you may already notice she likes stabbing things. In the kitchen.
  4. She occasionally has bad memory. She keeps forgetting that we use chopsticks with bowls. Sometimes you see a fork and spoon set at the table with Chinese rice bowls seated in between. AND, our kitchen utensils always gets misplaced into different drawers. She just can’t remember where she took them from. I have problems looking for my baking utensils too!
  5. She’s always asking me to pass Muffin to her. Even when I’m like free, and have nothing to do, and she’s looking for something to do, she wants me to pass Muffin to her. I’m his mother ok! I will take care of him full time everyday when I’m back from work and on the weekends. Don’t push me! Don’t try to take over!

So God please grant me to patience to teach and guide and mould Maria for the rest of the time she will be working for us. Amen.

Our Maria

Our domestic helper from Philippines arrived last Friday! OK to set the record straight her name’s not Maria, but Lilia. I kinda like referring to her as Maria the same way Hongkees address their Filipino maids in TVB dramas. But for this blog I’ll be keeping it uniform and calling her Maria just for the heck of it.

So, how did we even decide to get a Maria? We couldn’t find a babysitter who would just babysit our Muffin (like babysit ONE baby), even if we were willing to pay extra! It’s madness how some babysitters take on a whole she-bang of kids, from babies to toddlers. I was recommended to a couple who runs a babysitter/daycare outfit nearby. They are actually taking care of 9 kids! I thought of the worst if I sent Zack there — kids poking his arm, licking his face, pulling his hair — call me imaginative but I just can’t trust toddlers around babies.

So approaching Week 33 in my pregnancy I quickly contacted a maid agency to apply for a Filipino maid. Why Filipino?

  1. There are now more stringent rules in bringing in Indonesian maids BUT for a special “fee” it can be arranged. We took a pass on this.
  2. There is an abundance of Cambodian maids BUT I wasn’t ready to communicate with my hands and legs and excessive facial expressions.
  3. Filipino maids are more expensive BUT they speak English, have good experience in domestic stuff and are generally not very suakoo.

We looked through a couple of biodatas and decided on our Maria. She’s 31 years old, has 3 kids of her own and had previously worked for another employer in Dubai. She listed “Taking care of baby” as one of her competencies (with very high rating for herself in that area) so we were sorta “sold” on that point. But we knew it was going to be 50% luck if we’re gonna get a helper who we can rely on to help babysit Zack when I go back to work at the end of the month. Miraculously, what would usually take 3 months for the maid to arrive, my agent got it done in 2 months!

It has been 4 days she’s been with us and I’m still getting to know her. She was actually quite pleased when we brought her to church yesterday and she told me right after worship that she goes to an Assemblies of God church in her home town too! I believe God has made “arrangements” and brought her to us!

I have started training her in taking care of Zack, feeding him, bathing him, entertaining him…I don’t know why but I do feel a little reluctant to let go. I feel a little jealous of her carrying my baby. I’m afraid that Zack may forget that I’m his mother. I’m scared that he will cling to her more than cling to me. Am I over-reacting? Do other mother’s feel this way even when passing your baby to the babysitter? Although I’ve made it clear to her that she’s only taking care of him when I’m at work (and I take over when I’m back AND on the weekends) I still fear that my baby will not want me anymore. I hope and pray that my son will know the clear difference between Maria and Mama!