Thursday is my favorite day to come home to the house. That’s because my housecleaner extraordinaire shows up. She and her team are in and out of here in record time, and they even change our sheets…normally.
I landed at the airport yesterday, and called MLH. He said, “Have you heard from our housecleaner? Younger Son said her check was still on the hutch, and no one’s been there today.”
And then, he says, “Of course, if I were her, I might have a problem cleaning our house right now since Younger Son’s moved in.” I’m of the opinion that’s not the case – I mean, if the youngun’s in bed, and his door’s closed, that’s one less room she has to work on…and she’s not had to work on that room in four weeks, because I usually leave the house at 6:30 a.m. or 7 and I can’t make sure he’s going to be up and out by 8 a.m., though we faithfully discuss it every Wednesday night. And with his schedule of college and work, who knows what time would be better for her to come?
Oh, no! I wonder if something’s happened to her? I try to call her, and there’s no answer. I get home, sure enough, she’s not been here. I am devastated.
And I look around. There are an extra 4 or 5 cased guitars stacked up against various walls that weren’t here a month ago. The drawers are still out on the floor, from under the sink – from the last time we had the kitchen flood. MLH wanted to fix the runners on the drawers, he didn’t think they were working just right. And the fan he used to dry out the floor hasn’t been moved.
And the living room has been totally rearranged…to accommodate all the college kids coming over to play Wii, Xbox 360, and watch movies on a daily basis. Which also translates to about a million controllers, wired and wireless, stuffed on top of the entertainment center. No way could a cleaning crew dust that thing – they could pull one wire and the whole thing would come tumbling down. We have to do something about that. And there was nothing in our agreement about them having to move big furniture to clean…
Our house is very small, and any change can have big results. You add to that the fact that lately, MLH and I have been travel monsters (I saw him last night for the first time in 11 days.) I have flown 20 roundtrip Southwest flights since January 1, 2008. And 6 Crapinental - I mean Continental. Craziness.
Back to looking around. So, our dining room table currently has two shotguns in cases laying on it, as well as MLH's fluid level machine. It's a big table, they could just dust around them!! I just haven’t had time to put them up. Well, actually, MLH always puts up my guns for me...but he's not been home.
Younger Son and I met at 2:30 a.m. this morning (yup, I woke up thinking about it, and he was up.) We measured walls in his room, and talked about storage options for his 100+ albums, no telling how many CDs, and movies. I think we have a plan. Today, I’m going to buy him two new pieces of furniture, which should eliminate 100% (I know, I’m dreaming) of the clutter in his room. Maybe he’ll even put up his supersized suitcase. Who knows? I really don't care about the clutter, it's so cool having him here in the same house with his dad. And, after all, it's his room - he's the one that has to live in it!
Yup, I’m thinking since my house has been in a little disarray (not that it wasn't already in some disarray) for around a month, she just jetted me. A call would have been nice.
Anyone know a good housecleaner that might understand mi vida loca, and won't get their danged panties in a wad about it?