Groaning out in frustration, I scrub a hand over my jaw. “s**t. Knowing Mama, she’ll send a nanny, housekeeper, and the National Guard to come in and help me.”
“I honestly wouldn’t put anything past that woman.” She quietly laughs, and I do, too, because Mama is predictable in that she’s unpredictable.
“So let’s say I agree to get someone to come help. How am I going to even find someone qualified and trustworthy?”
“Well…” She snickers. “It’s the twenty-first century. Welcome to Google and nanny services. They do full background checks and interviews. Or if you don’t want to hire a stranger, I’m sure someone around here knows someone who’s good with babies.”
“Okay, well, I’ll start looking online tomorrow and see what I can find,” I tell her to put her at ease.
She hands Maize back to
