superMAMAlovesCDO

Ideally, I would never let any other caregiver take in charge of my son’s welfare and needs. But being with a demanding day job to sustain our family’s needs, my husband and I had to be away for work for most of the better part of the day. Thus, my son stays home with a nanny. On lucky days, my mother visits our place to help out look after my little Sam who now, at sixteen months, thinks that the sofa is excitingly equivalent to a diving board. Well, the yaya left us after she finished school.  Like all else, working couples who are left (by their yayas) high and dry in crunch times can only swear under their breath. So swear we did. Without a nanny, Alex and I had to restructure our routine in the house – from tip to toe. Sam had to be dropped by at my parents’ house or at Alex’s sister’s place; if only either or both of these places can accommodate a hyper active toddler without dismantling their personal errands and hectic schedules. We are in a sense, homeless;...