No, we're not having another kid. At least not yet. Mae promises to kill me if I even try to pull (or plug, *ahem*) a fast one. So, no. But our Indonesian maid has finally arrived. Last Friday, the Agency calls Mae. "Your maid is already here in Malaysia," the lady on the other end of the line said. "We'll send her over on Monday."
And for some strange reason, Mae and I were mortified. It was a mixed nuts of reactions. Intrigue. Worry. Enthusiasm. Relief. Fear. What if she turned out to be a lazy bone? What if she was one of those evil, employer-murdering, psychotics? What if Jesse never gets accustomed to her? What if she turned out to be one of those sexy, husband-grabbing seductress? That would be terrible. *ahem*. Terrible!
We were nervous wrecks by Saturday. As therapy, we decided to springclean our home to welcome our new addition. I know how weird this sounds; springcleaning a home to welcome someone who'd eventually do the springcleaning, but Mae and I have always been a little weird. :)
Anyway, Monday comes and so did Roma. And since I'm alive and blogging this, you can rest assured that she is pretty well-adjusted. Jesse had a little problem with her the first two days. He was very clingy unto Mae and I - despite the fact that we did our best to slowly get him accustomed to her. Mae thinks he may be jealous that there's someone new sharing his home now. Me, I'm just thinking of what to do with all that extra time now that I no longer have to wash bottles and clean house. Hehheh!
On the downside, Mae and I can no longer parade around the house in the buff.