Friday, October 19, 2007

Crime and punishment

I know it's hard to find good help these days... I myself have gone through my fair share of house cleaners trying to find one that actually keeps showing up on a regular basis. Now, stop it. It's not like that at all. Just quit with all the eye-rolling. I work full time, have two kids and have a husband who's idea of helping out around the house is commenting that the piles of clutter have gotten taller than the children. And it can be haaaaaard spending my only days off scrubbing toilets and tubs - not to mention being a slave to the wood floors and those damnable fornicating dust bunnies. So we have a wonderful lady who comes twice a month to do the dirty work. That frees me up to do the "special projects" like muck out the kid's rooms or forget to clean the refrigerator (again). Besides, it was a gift from Daddy-O and I'm worth it. Right? Anyway, back to my point.

So, I was thinking, that I actually went through 3 cleaning ladies before we found our Lisa. The previous 3, well, I'm really not sure what happened with them. The first one was a young girl (early 20s). She looked at the place, gave us a price, scheduled a day & never showed. Not once. Hmph. Kids. Cleaner #2 was an hispanic lady that came highly recommended. She cleaned for us for about 2 months then got deported. I hate it when that happens. It took months to find cleaner # 3. Months in which I had to clean my own damn house. Cleaner #3 was another hispanic woman that Daddy-O knew from a restaurant he frequents. She came often. He tipped well. She had a key to the house. She always complained that our house did not need to be cleaned. One day she quit coming . Daddy-O actually had to hunt her down to get our house key back. It was several years before Daddy-O found Lisa. I'm never letting her go. You can't make me. She folds my toilet paper into little pointy tips like in the hotels. She cleans my microwave. She empties my diaper pail, for Heaven's sake.

At any rate, I went to great lengths to get my house cleaned. But I don't think I would ever go this far...

2 comments:

justabeachkat said...

Hi

I'm Kat and I came to you thru WhyMommy.

As a breast cancer survivor myself, I have to tell you that I KNOW exactly how you feel about every little ache and twitch. It's hard not to. I've sure enjoyed my visit here and will return.

Hang in there! We're gonna LIVE!

Hugs!
Kaat

ptesinge said...

That. Is. Awesome.

(and it figures he'd have the nerve to complain. ha!)

sarah (killerboob)