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Challenges of A Working Mum

Isn't it amazing how drama always finds you when you least expect it? On Friday afternoon I received a call from my friend Carol and she told me she was in a clinic in town and was in lots of pain. I told her to keep me posted on what she is told and that I would go see her later. So I packed my things in preparation for the Saturday exhibition and then drove into town. There was Nairobi University graduation on that day and traffic in town was crazy but thankfully I got  parking next to the clinic at 3p.m. We sat with Carol from 3p.m. to about 5.30p.m. being given excuses as to why the test results were not out. This is a story for another day but to cut the long story, we left that clinic at afew minutes to 7 and headed for Nairobi Hospital. We were able to see a doctor and were headed to our home with Carol at 11p.m.

My Saturday was crazy and I requested my housegal and another friend to keep an eye on Carol as I would be out of the house the whole day. That evening, when we got home she was much better thankfully and I did not remember to pay my housegal her salary for November.On Sunday, our housegal left very early for her leave day and we assumed she would be back as usual on Sunday. That Sunday evening at 7p.m she sent me a text message saying she had lost her bus fare and would come very early on Monday morning. I said that is fine but knew that was a lie.

On Monday morning, I woke up prepared breakfast and Samara as I knew I had to deliver a study table to a client by 10a.m. The gal didnt show up but I didnt have time to be stressed and went about my day. I remember my friend calling and I told her my gal hasnt come back but am thankful Samara is a big girl and can move around with me without issues despite her being in Isolation. I had no choice but went to the office with her and did the delivery. We got back home about 3p.m. and the house gal was no where to be seen.

I called her sister and only then did my gal send me a text message saying she fell sick and her child too. I was shocked because lats I knew her child was upcountry with her mum. Anyways I called her and she repeated the same story and said she would come on Tuesday morning. Tuesday morning came and again we were ready by 8a.m. to leave for work with my beloved and baby gal when the gal showed up. I carried my baby with me and we left her. Tell you what? Samara had a ball with mummy..she enjoyed every moment we spent as I stressed carrying her from one public office to another to sort out a few office issues. I just kept asking God to protect her from any infection as I had totally exposed her but didn't have a choice.

We had to change for the client the chair that we had delivered and while we were there, Samara was asleep in the car, I fell down the stairs can you imagine? I got abit hurt but moved on. When we got home I had a talk with the gal and she repeated her story which just sounded so untrue. I asked if she was still interested in her work and she said yes. To me that was what is important. So I told her next time she needs to alert us in advance if she won't be coming but for now am glad she came back.

Yesterday , I stayed home just to observe her and also rest as my life had been a marathon for the past week ad weekend. Am back to work today, thankful to God for all the little blessings in my life. I also thank Him for my job for I can carry my daughter to work when unpleasant surprises like this come up.I love my life.

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