Brothers Bonifacio – The Cost of Domestic Help
I live alone, and while this will sound completely normal to my non-Filipino friends, I don’t have any maids aside from the cleaners who come once a week. I never really did the laundry growing, never really ironed, never did the lawn, hardly ever did the dishes (my excuse was always piano practice), and never really cooked, which I actually liked doing, but gave up on when I did a reverse miracle and literally turned bread into stone with my chocolate crinkles. My brothers played “war” with them and the only person who enjoyed eating them was the one-eyed lady next door. I remember loudly complaining to my mom:
Me: “Mom! No one likes my crinkles!”
Mom: “Honey, that’s not true. I heard Arlene really likes them.”
Me: “But she only has one eye!”
Mom: “Just because she has one eye doesn’t mean she can’t taste!”
I was too young to grasp that your eyes have nothing to do with your taste buds and that ended my promising carrer as a chef. It’s a pity looking back, I was really into it. My mom had gotten me my own chef’s hat, my own mittens, and aprons, and cook books. She knew that I never got into things half-hearted, and her involvement was always whole-hearted. She was obsessively supportive of her obsessive son. I don’t know how she did it, especially with me since there was cooking, and piano, and violin, and painting, and tennis, and swimming, and basketball camp, and puzzles, and books, and LEGO, and Star Wars, and skin care (I had atopic dermatitis) and business, and a thousand other interests. I don’t know how my parents were able to afford it, especially now that I understand how hard it is to earn a living, and now that I know the stories of their financial difficulties.
I can only chalk it up to desire and to faith. The desire to do whatever it took to expose me to my interests, and the faith to believe in God and pray and hope – and hope never fails (1 Corinthians 13:8). You have to be brave to go for great things, especially when these are things you know you can’t afford, and that’s why you have to be sure that your Father is backing you up because that security is where we can draw courage from.
Back to my chores…
Whenever I have to gather my laundry for the laundromat, take the garbage out, wash my dishes (which is basically 6 glasses, a bowl, and a spoon), and basically just do general cleaning, I start thinking about ways to outsource the work. One option is to hire, which I do now, but this costs me financially.
That’s the essence of this blog: What do you value? And are you willing to pay the cost? Because everything costs something, but not everything is priced right.
My basic options are work harder to be afford cleaners to come over more frequently or get married. Either way I have to work harder. Either way I’ll get someone to do the domestic stuff