Mae and I finally succumbed to the pressures of parenthood. After 7 months of roughing it out, juggling childcare and career, bringing Jesse to the officewe're finally paying for a little help. Despite our previous reservations, we've finally come to a workable solution. A live-in maid could help with the upkeep of the house and in the daytime, she could follow Mae to work, to help with the babysitting.
"Can you go to the website and pick out a maid," Mae told me. She hates making decisions like these. "I'd rather you decide," I answered diplomatically, remembering all those instances of indiscretion between male employers and their domestic help. This is a delicate issue.
"Well, at least tell me what kind of maid you want," Mae snapped, getting impatient with my non-committal answer. "Can you just tell me if you prefer Young or Old or Married or Divorced or whatever?" And so, I answered in the only way I knew how.
"Sexy one got ah?"
Hehhehh. Our maid arrives from Indonesia in a couple of months. She will be Mae's choice, of course. And no, she will probably not be sexy.