Slave to the help

Since the birth of our third child a year ago, I have made it clear to my husband that we are never leaving Hong Kong. Not, that is, until our children are old enough to cook, clean and babysit themselves. There are several reasons for this.

My husband I and met and married here, our children were all born here, my family live here, our children go to great schools here, and there is potential here for both of our careers. But the main reason is that I cannot live without our helpers. There. I said it.

And yes, I know, I did say helpers - plural. Don't get me wrong, I could live without two helpers (please leave the bashing of the spoilt expatriate brat until the end) but survive without one? I don't think so.