Babysitting

I've taken on the new-role of after-hours babysitter. Except in this case, I'm babysitting a grown baby. Enter Nelito, my 28-yr-old cousin who has come into my life to wreak havoc and turn my lovely little bachelorette pad upside down. I'm having to share a small space with a boy. How did I end up in this lovely arrangement, you ask? Well, Nelito lives in Beguela, but recently has relocated to Luanda on a year-long contract. Well, during this time he has been staying at a construction site where he works and where the food and lodging isn't exactly the most luxurious. He's been eating lots of dry goods loaded with conservatives and canned foods. Well, turns out, he got some sort of irritation in his digestive tract which will lead to gastritis, so the doctor told him he needs to start eating healthy meals at regular hours. So he showed up at my doorstep with his little maletita all ready to be taken care of by the healthiest person he knows, lol. So he basically moved in. He used to just come spend the weekends here in town and spend the weeks off at the campsite, but now he's here probably 6 nights out of the week. And when he has to spend the day away, I pack him a healthy lunch. So that's the story of how I became a mom overnight to an overgrown baby. I'm just glad he's not the messiest guy I know (not to mention any names *coughVivaldocough*), but he's lazy enough to not want to help around the house. And the place automatically becomes much messier much faster with two people living there, so I've had to teach him a thing or two about becoming more domesticated (he was raised to believe men don't do housework of any kind. Africans I tell ya... SMHRH). It's been a battle, but I think I finally got him housebroken! hahaha



He's fun to have around though, and he's such a handyman if any maintenance-related issues arise, I really can't complain.