From time to time growing up my mom had "cleaning ladies" come to our home - Merry Maids, Maid Brigade, Molly Maids, you get the idea. My memories are mostly from our house in Chelsea Cove (a subdivision in Bountiful, Utah). Picture this: it's the night before our "maids" come and my mom is recruiting us to clean the house because the cleaning ladies are coming tomorrow. Does this seem strange? It does to me. But unfortunately there are some things that you do growing up that you just can't shed no matter how weird they are.
I've always dreamed of having a "cleaning lady." Since we moved into our home in March of 2000, I've had someone clean my home. It hasn't been the same people for the past six years - I think there have been three sets. Maria Saenz was the best. And now, like my mother, the night before they come I rush around cleaning the house. As I frantically put away piles of laundry, toys and papers, and sometimes even clean a toilet, I think to myself, "What am I doing?" Why do I feel the urge to clean before they come? The excuse that I repeat outloud is that they can't really clean if they have to move around a bunch of stuff. I know I'm kidding myself.....it's not because they can't clean around the stuff. The truth is I don't want people to see how a live most of the time. Unfortunately, none of my children got the "neat freak" gene. We're all guilty of living in a somewhat messy house. I wish I was a better housekeeper, but I'm not. The cleaning people came to day so for at least 24 hours I have a clean house. :)
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Apparently we have a cleaning lady come to our house every other week. I just thought that Lucy got really motivated every other Thursday! But our new budgeting let the cat out of the bag.
Oh Bekki, how alike we are.
And I wasn't hiding our cleaning lady. I blogged about it out in the open. jay just doesn't read my blog:) That's not my fault.
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