Nanny stories

So far, so good. I've learned to not expect much from Lois' nanny. Besides, Lois is not as dependent to me as before. She eats well whatever we give her, Cerelac, mashed carrots, sweet potato. So I have more time to maintain the house, task that our previous nanny used to do for me. Somehow, it gives me a floating feeling. There would be times when there would be lots of things to do, but when it's time to start, I would not know where to begin. I admit this new set up makes me a bit lost. Still adjusting. And I can feel Mhagie (our new nanny) is too.

Small Group
One achievement this week: small groups! Bread of Life Makati has launched, after a long break, small groups. I belong to the Tuesday morning team with Ma'am Beth as our leader. Most members are from call centers. Oh boy, they talk real well! I found myself censoring every sentence I blurt out, don't want any grammar boo boo. But it's not helping, instead I speak in taglish.

The book I'm reading has a better tip: to offer wholly myself unto God, and see His ways unfolding right before my very eyes. Elizabeth George's A Woman After God's Own Heart suggested that whispering quick prayers asking God to handle the situation makes things better, because God's way is fulfilled. I've tried it once, at home. I was a bit irritated that lunch was not ready when it was half past 12 nn already. On my mind, I was angry. So I stopped and asked God for what He wants me to think, say, even what my face would look like when I discuss with our nanny. I was surprised to catch myself casually mentioning how it was somehow Daddy Poh and my fault, and reminded her what she should do to prevent it from happening again. Honestly, I was really ired, so finding myself handling the situation calmly was indeed not my doing. It simply was God at work.