Tuesday, October 19, 2010
My Maid, My Wife
I have a hard time asking my maid to do things. Weird, right? She works for me on the days she´s in my home and I find it demeaning to tell her what to do.
I already feel like a lazy slob if I don´t have to work and she´s here. There am I sitting on my ass while she´s cleaning my house. I should be somewhere cleaning something too but then, doesn´t that negate the whole having a maid thing in the first place?
I blame my parents. What? Well of course everything is their fault. Yes, I am well aware that I will be bit in the ass by my own theory eventually.
It´s their fault because I never had a maid growing up. I am not accustomed to having people work in my house. I see Brazilians not batting an eye at giving instructions... Ok, I also see some foreigners who have gotten into the game.
So what´s the big deal? My maid does everything stupendously, what do I have to complain about? Well, it´s the organization of the toys.
See, even you rolled your eyes with that one! But there is logic in my crazy! My boys have a decent amount of toys that we, or family and friends, have brought over from the states. Of course all the toys have all their particular pieces. I even bought little colored baskets to keep them organized.
Yes, I´m that Mom now.
Well, my maid couldn´t care less. She is in the rush to clean and is throwing crap where ever it fits. Kicker, my kids won´t play with a pile of stuff. Not known to non-parents, you keep things relatively organized and you got yourself a lot of self play time. Like, Imaginex there, instruments here, figurines in there, etc.
And I feel like a petty cow saying, really you don´t keep the toys where they belong. I mean, that´s a whole new level of anal. To make matters worse, I doubt she even knows what goes with what.
That is combined with the factor that Brazilian maids put EVERYTHING away. It makes the house look cleaner. Seriously! I come home amazed and then think, oh crap, where are all my English lesson plans I left on the desk??? Why did I leave something on the desk on a Monday?!
So long story short, I get so annoyed that every Tuesday I´m cleaning up the toys and getting them back into their place only to have to returned to piles a couple of days later. I get even more annoyed over my making a mountain of a molehill. Where are my balls and why do I need ball just to ask her to do something a particular way?
But she gives me this look. This oh I see how it is, you are one of them, treating me like a maid. But she is my maid! But she is also an amazing woman who´s company I enjoy, even when I´m cranky.
Omg, I get it now! I don´t have a maid, I have a wife!