The girls at the restaurant told us that they saw her pack a big red backpack and she left dressed really nicely. That red backpack was given by my mother btw. That thing told my mum that her son needed a school bag, and my wonderful mother gave her one to kirim. Luckily my mum didnt give more stuff, though she had every intention to. Anyway, we're a little numb and disappointed, cos we had never believed in maids before. I guess the biggest damper is that it turns out that she's a big fat liar, but i guess that isnt uncommon. I dont wish her well at all for lying to us and coming to Malaysia never intending to work as a maid for long. I hope she gets what she deserves for everything that she has put my family through.
We've come out wiser from this experience though: Maids do not deserve a 2nd chance. That's what we gave her, and instead of sending her packing back home earlier in the year, we've just added another illegal to the msian population, and we've reunited lovers (bless us). They are guilty until proven innocent, and even if they're butt ugly, it doesnt mean that they cannot have handsome boyfriends. Oh, and the next maid, if there will be one, can sleep on my washing machine, HK style (so i heard). Malaysian hospitality towards maids is just too much...her own room, cabinet, bed? tsk...
Anyway, anyway, post her has been bitter sweet. It is wonderful to have full control of your own home and kids. Bloody hell, with her around i had to turn a blind eye to so many things so that she could focus on the baby. It's really hard work this, and it doesnt help that i have a husband who is a slave to his job. Im managing on my own with my pillars of strength, my parents. My mother is the thickest pillar of all cos she's the one who's been supportive of our stand not to get a maid for the time being.
Her room's been converted to the playroom and the kids absolutely love it! We have all their toys there and there's a table and stools so that ciku can do her arts & crafts. The downside to not having an extra hand is that those involved in managing the home are exhausted. Hubby dearest worked through the long weekend recently and i swear that i havent recovered from it yet! A baby and a toddler to manage on your own from morning to night drains one's energy. Im so tired i cant talk straight when im home. Literally. I stutter and grapple with words. i need my zzzzzzzzzzzzzs.
So that's it. Im still angry about that woman for being 2-faced, for trusting her, for letting her stay. If i could do it all over again, i'd have chucked her a boat at week 3, but what happened instead? I cried my eyes out at the thought of being evil and doing such a thing to her. Blergh! I hope you're in pain woman.
