I don’t know what I did to deserve such a group of friends and family. If I did, I’d bottle it and give it away and we’d have world peace and rainbows and fat-free pound cake that tasted good.
So, yesterday I whined about the house. Then a friend offered to come clean my bathrooms. Then another friend informed Terry that there was a local maid service and I probably would be happy if they showed up and did the floors, bathrooms, and dusted. So he called them and they are coming on Friday.
And of course, I am one of those people who has to clean before the maid comes. Terry gave me a sideways look about that. I mean…ok. things have gotten pretty cluttered around here, and no one really wants a stranger poking around the clutter because they don’t know where stuff goes. So…even though I am feeling absolutely NO better, I am tackling the clutter. One pile at a time. With a cup of tea and an hour of Dr. Phil in between piles. And probably overdoing it. But if you had someone coming to clean your house, wouldn’t you want it to really look CLEAN when they’re done? I also know how much easier it is to really CLEAN if you aren’t having to do it around piles.
I’ll probably send David out for a rotisserie chicken for supper. We can eat a carrot with it, because they don’t need much preparation.