The other day I did something that was outside the norm for me. I hired a cleaning service to come in and, you guessed it, clean my house. I didn’t come from that part of society where cleaners were hired. I came from the section where moms stayed home and were responsible to clean and cook. I thought that that was what I was supposed to do and made valiant attempts to live that way.
However, one look at my home would make it clear that the cleaning part of that equation was missing from my performance. Our house isn’t messy, but it has to wait in line for inspiration to strike before a thorough dusting gets done. I’m the woman who knows the trick of polishing the front door with lemon polish when company is due. The scent of lemon polish creates an illusion. I’m all for illusions.
This is the picture of how I want my bathroom to look at all times.
This is a picture of how I want myself to look at all times.
But back to reality. The day before the cleaning service was due for the the initial deep cleaning my husband called to let me know he’d be home late. Then he added, “I’m not sure how I feel about someone coming in and cleaning our house.” I replied, in as neutral a tone as I could dredge up, “That’s irrelevant.” “I know,” he said.
We then talked about our childhoods. He talked about his and I talked about mine, which was a good plan. We both admitted that we were dealing with change and stepping outside our comfort zones. We agreed that we could probably adapt. They came and cleaned. Our house has a lovely scent and it looks wonderful.
Before the cleaners left I asked them, “So who cleans your homes?” One of the cleaners laughed and covered her face. “You don’t want to see my house,” she said. “It’s a mess.” Love it!
Loveya – The Grandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.