imaginary yaya

Hubby and I have adjusted to domestic living. Since we live in a studio apartment. Keeping the house is really quite simple. We must simply adhere to claygo all the time. It's easy to fix the place but it's also just as easy to mess it up.

I like cooking breakfast. Kenneth usually makes dinner and in between we either eat out, eat at DonKen or order.

Recently though, we have found ourselves rather busy with work and wished that we had a yaya or helper in our household... or apartmenthold. We found ourselves talking to our imaginary yaya. One morning after breakfast. D: Yaya, tapos na kami kumain, paki ligpit na yung mga plato. (but it would just me who would wash the dishes) K: Inday, paki lagay na sa cabinet ang mga damit..... (Hubby always puts our clothes in our closet)

The other day, I bumped into some friends of ours who recently got married and told them about our domestic tales and wishes. I thought that our imaginary yaya was limited to our own imagination. LIttle did I know that they have even named their imaginary yaya. They eventually employed helpers as they welcomed an addition to their family.

D: Yaya, may pasalubong kaming pizza. Paki init na lang. (D: eats the pizza)