Another Yaya Saga

I'm beginning to think my house is standing atop a ginornous block of rose quartz. Remember when my nanny got pregnant by the village electrician? Then I had this other nanny, a 43-year-old widow who got a 30+-year-old boyfriend? And now, here's another yaya saga.

I'm a bit near-sighted and I don't see well in the dark, and I was aghast when I opened our backdoor and I saw a man sitting outside our house, very near the door, in the darkness. I asked him why he was there and he told me that he wanted to talk with my nanny. I immediately closed the door behind me and questioned the yaya. She replied that the guy is the uncle of a cousin. I sensed something fishy and continued to ask, badger, ask, badger, and this went on for a while till she admitted that he used to be her boyfriend back when she was 14. Mind you that this guy came all the way from Negros and worked as a carpenter here in the village so he could continue the relationship that ended 5 years ago. Psycho-stalker alert! But the thing is, our nanny is having none of that. And the guy apparently couldn't take no for an answer. What galled and ticked me off bigtime was that he tried to enter the house forcibly! And my daughter was there! And he even had the temerity to come back skulking in the dark after I asked him to leave! Armed with MACE™, I marched outside (stupid move, I know) and shouted. I even had to call the village security. He's gone for now, but this is really unnerving for me. TheHusband is working nights, and we have yet to buy a gun, and I'm really worried for the safety of the nanny and my daughter. Oh, I can sense a terrible migraine coming.

If only the darned rose quartz is an oil well instead.

Uh-Huh...

The househelp is hitting me for a loan to "pay" a priest to bless her house, because, according to her, her dead husband is haunting them and pulling their youngest son's leg when he's asleep.

Uh-huh.

Why do I have a feeling that it's my leg being pulled? And awake at that.

Excuse Letter

I want to apologize to my millions, okay, three, oh, alright, one reader for not posting for more than a month. To say that the past month has been hell is a bit drama queenish, even for me, and God knows I don't have an exclusive franchise of drama. It's just that I had so many things to do, like, say, watch 24, Heroes, Grey's Anatomy, and tons of Dora, Barney, Disney, Blue's Clues, and Sesame Street (the excessive, and eternal, exuberance of these cartoons is taking a toll on my psyche). Plus, I feel like I'm becoming out of sorts work-wise. And add to the equation the pregnancy of my daughter's nanny (No, Mother, TheHusband is not the father! And you even thinking of that creeps me out---you need some serious therapy! Off to the couch, you!). I don't know if I'll post about the nanny-gate, so I'll just give a quick recap. To those who have already heard about the story, please bear with me. Apparently, the nanny has a boyfriend, and he got her pregnant. When she finally spilled, I learned that the village's electrician is the sperm donor. Hmmmm, and I was wondering why her electric fan keeps on breaking down, our fuse busted a couple of times, and the washing machine conked out once too many. When I asked her the name of the damned man, she replied, "Pedro." Uhmmm, Pedro what? And here is the clincher: she doesn't know! She doesn't friggin know her boyfriend's surname! Let's add something to the clincher---this Pedro guy has another child out of wedlock and has impregnated another girl at about the same time he impregnated the nanny! Will the real philandering man-whore please stand up? Please stand up! Anyway, we're still trying to sort this out, and I hope things will get better soon.