craving: talking to my dad
As Salam Alikom (Peace be with you) my dear readers and hola to all my non-Muslim readers.
Go here, so this post doesn't confuse you. After you read that entry, come back and read this one.
Anywho, it's a crying shame that after a scary incident I had to say,"Heck no, I'm never getting a maid." One month ago I had a maid come for the day to clean. She was going about her business, cleaning and so forth. I seen my son run into our kitchen, I told him to get out and got up and what I saw when walking in the kitchen made my heart drop. Frantically hanging up with my best friend, the maid left the Clorox top off and left it on the floor. My son got a hold of it and poured most of it out, on his little bitty body. I grabbed him instantly and rushed him to the bathroom to tear his clothes off and wash his body. My husband was getting ready to take him to the ER. Thank God he didn't swallow any. I don't think he would, because we would of seen it and smelled it in his mouth. Better to be safe than sorry. Well, from then on I decided, I don't want a maid.
I grew up with my mom doing everything. And, of course, when us girls got old enough, we did help her, too. When I was older my mom did have someone come and help her around our home. Her name was Mirta. She was from Mexico and I'll never forget her golden smile. I honestly think she was more of a companion to my mom. Even if Gloria (mom's best friend) would always come over.
After living here for almost three years, I think it's pretty obvious that I wouldn't get a maid. I don't like the thought of another woman living inside our home or even someone that you know nothing about, living here. Even if she would have a separate place to sleep.
Here in the UAE or shall I say, Middle east, this is very, very normal. Everyone in my family and my friends have maids. I've heard and seen too many horror stories. So, it's not likely that I would be getting one anytime soon. Thanks, but, no thanks. I'll clean my own home, cook my own meals for my family and not have to worry about someone else. In fact, I like cleaning.
That said, I wish she never did it. I came so close to having Abu A (my hubby) getting the paper work together for a maid. :) Oh well. This is the will of God! and Alhamdulilah (Thank you God)
Who wouldn't want someone do the dishes after every meal? Have the cabinets in the kitchen organized all the time, clean the floors everyday and vacuum. Clean the bathrooms and wipe the walls. Clean the outside windows and more. Who wouldn't want this? Then again, I start thinking. Why do I stay home? What would I do?
But, a little bitty part of me does cry out, every once in a while. I want a maid. But, a bigger part of me says, No way. I'll listen to the bigger part, for now.
In no way am I pointing fingers at people who do have maids. To each is own, but not this sister.
I'll clean our own mess and take care of my own family, just fine.
final whisper: Why did you have to go and leave that Clorox lid off the bottle. Grrr