"Housewife" Woes

I kinda like the idea of being MIA.
Then to sit back and wonder, "What the f*** have I been doing the past few weeks?"
No idea.
Still no idea.
And absolutely no idea.

That would have been an ideal situation leading a life of "Doh... I don't know...."
But I do have an idea.
A very good idea in fact.
But that's another story all together.

So I thought today would be another good day.
I've been blessed with amazing days since that big kiss on the bump of my C180.
Then the housewife woes start.
The maid was cleaning my bedroom windows.
I was cleaning my 7-iron and 5-woods.
I heard a gentle clang.
I thought nothing of it.
All the maid in hand was the window cleaning fluid and kitchen paper towels to clean the window.

Nay... that couldn't have caused any damage.....

But of course!
How wrong could I be!
A dishevelled-looking maid came in.
"Sorry. I fell and have broken your window."

At this point, someone please tell me IF I should be feeling concern for her or pissed off over the fact that I can't afford to pay for a replacement window pane?

I know I'll sound like a heartless bitch when I say this.... BUT WHAT'S WRONG WITH DOMESTIC HELPERS? Just this morning I issued her a warning after she dropped my DVD player remote control on the floor, "PLEASE BE CAREFUL AND PLLLEEEAASSSEEE STOP DROPPING MY THINGS!"

It is painful to watch my belongings get wrecked every time she comes. WITHOUT FAIL, she would DROP something (I know, I know... unintentionally) or bang into something.... and mind you, the strength that the Black domestic helpers possess! I wouldn't want to be wrestling with them, that's for sure.

And yeah, I wouldn't dare pick a fight with them either. One whack on my face and perhaps it won't be cracks on my windows I'll have to live with, I'll FLY right out with the shatter pieces of the window.

So anyway, I asked her if she was injured. For all heartlessness, I was worried because it was quite a height that she fell from. She said she was fine. And she looked at me with this worried-dog look and I said to her, "I'm sorry. But I will need to take this off your salary."

Of course she was not too pleased.

But I have a bigger problem in hand - GETTING THE CRACKED WINDOW REPLACED.

Domestic help or domestic hell?
I can't decide.
I'm reaching housewife-dom prematurely.
Sigh.

This would have been a great artpiece inspiration during school days BUT UNFORTUNATELY.... This is my bedroom window we are talking about!