Help please!Ā 

There has to be a limit to pushing my buttons. There will be a point beyond which I will snap. I’m a fairly tolerant person and it takes a lot to get me angry. But off late my help at home has been managing to do this very often. 

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I must have requested the dhobi on multiple occasions to never let our clothes be with him overnight. If for some reason he is unable to finish the work I have always asked him to return the clothes and pick it up the following day. Despite being told again and again he chooses to do just that. What would you think? Is he doing it on purpose to irk me? Or is he genuinely incapable of comprehending a simple instruction. 

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I have, sorry strike that, I had a help who was the Schumacher equivalent in housework. In less than 60 minutes she accomplished so much work that it often gave me a complex. Anyway, to cut a long story short. The one day that my entire family decides to wake up late and laze around madam decides to clean all the bathrooms before any of us could even saunter out of bed. 

Just as she was gathering her things to leave, I told her she’d have to come back given that none of us had had a bath. She looked straight at me and said NO. Unsure of whether I had heard right I repeated myself. She repeated herself, NO. If you all cannot wake up and have a bath on time I can’t help it, I can’t change my time for you, she said. Trust me I felt like I’d been punched. 

This was perhaps the only time I had asked anything of her. The next day she didn’t show up and the day after when she did she tells me she can’t work in my house because I don’t adjust šŸ˜µ really now! 

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The highlight has to be the help who worked for 1.5 days. In that short period of time she made me go through a gamut of emotions. She was brilliant at her job no doubt and perhaps thought she could use that to her advantage. On her second day at work as she was making the bed she tells me she needs an advance of ā‚¹15,000/-. 

I’m not even sure on how to react so continue feeding my child. She asked again. I said, you’ve barely stepped into my house and you want ā‚¹15,000/-? What she says next blew my mind. She puts the quilt down and says, ‘if you can’t give it to me then I’ll just have to leave.’ And just like that she walked out šŸ˜¤

Be kind!Ā 

One statement is all it took to rattle me and make me supremely uncomfortable. At a dinner we recently attended with kids in tow, another mom whom I was meeting for the first time said to me, ‘is he also 4.5 years of age?’ She asked this pointing to my son who was playing with a group of 4 other similar age group kids. ‘Yes, he is,’ I said looking at my son and smiling. 

She then goes to say rather loudly, ‘oh I thought he was older. He looks so much ‘bigger’ than the other kids.’ The word bigger stuck to me. Why say anything at all if you can’t be tactful in what you say? The rest of the evening, for me, was a blur. What killed me further was when my child came up to me and apologetically said, ‘Amma I will pull my stomach in like this, see.’ 


To all those amazing people whom I come in contact with – don’t do and say things that will scar my child or me. Another time a well meaning friend while picking my child up feigned a back pain and said, ‘ah looks like you’ve gotten big.’ He went on to make some sounds that clearly indicated how hard it was on him to carry my child. 

Did I ask you to carry him?? Why take it upon yourself and then trouble us this way? 

It is also so important that we as patents watch what we say in front of kids. Kids don’t learn to call each other ‘motu’, ‘ladoo’, ‘golu’ etc. if they haven’t heard it being said at home. 

So please, if you can’t be kind just stay away. It’s so much better that way.