Yesterday morning, I got up put the garbage out, changed, dress and fed Blaise. I let Lidia, our housekeeper, in at around 8 am and introduced her to our new baby and then continued to tidy up the house while Amber was continued to rest in bed.
As I rushed around the kitchen, eager to get things in order before I left for the day, I casually mentioned to Lidia that now I had to work harder with the baby here.
She replied, "No, you don't work hard. I work hard. When I'm done working, I go home and do laundry, I sweep, I go to the mill, I make tortillas, I feed my kids."
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9 comments:
Ohh, SNAP! ;)
In your face...
how do you like them apples...
boo ya! boy!
dude, you got owned
yeah uhh...I'm out of cliches
Wow...your quiet little housekeeper sure has come out of her shell!! She does work hard....but I wonder if she knows what you do for a living??
You have been told!!
And, it is true. All women who work, work hard for all the reasons she mentioned.
you gonna stand there and take that from her...
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