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Ahhhh, the weekend

Since I’ve been in corporate America for nearly a year and a half, after being a stay-at-home mom, then going to grad school, I’ve come to appreciate the weekend in an entirely different way.  I savor my weekends.  Of coure, there’s the anticipation that builds as the weekdays pass.  Thursday is especially delightful in knowing the next day will be Friday, and then . . . glorious weekend.  Fridays can be crazy busy at work, but I don’t let things get to me because I know in a few hours I’ll have two days entirely for my son and me.

And here it is Friday.  Lovely.  My son’s in bed.  I have a glass of wine, which I’m savoring also.  Breathe in the bouquet followed by small sips of utter enjoyment.  One glass.  Not enough to get tanked, but just enough to enjoy.  Fabulous.

I’ve been energized this week.  I feel like I’ve accomplished a great deal at work.  Tonight I started my weekend housecleaning that I usually start on Saturday morning.  I started laundry and already have that under control.  The kitchen’s in pretty good shape.  I’m feeling good about things.  I’m sure the nice weather we’ve had these past couple of days has helped.  The battle for spring is on.  Right now the warmer temps are in the lead, but winter’s going to do another smack down early in the week.  Back to frigid reality.  At least for a few days.  So for now, I’ll savor this warmer weather the way I savor my weekends and my wine.  One moment at a time.  Hope your weekend is enjoyable and you can spend some time with people you love.  Cheers!

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Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s wife

I don’t covet my neighbor’s wife, but I do covet my bachelor friend’s cleaning lady.  She comes over once a week, every other week, and his house looks fantastic.  It’s never been so clean!  It’s just him and his dog, so it shouldn’t be that messy to begin with, right? But let me tell you, after she gets done with it, it sparkles.

I’m a divorced , working mom who between work, school functions, sports, and dinnertime, barely has time to fold the laundry or even start the dishwasher.  Needless to say, I’m green with envy.  How luxurious it would be to come home to a house someone else had cleaned — floor vacuumed, living room dusted, kitchen mopped and cleaned, bathroom scrubbed and minty fresh! I would feel like royalty. 

I’ve heard people say they could never have a cleaning person because it’s demeaning to the cleaning person.  I don’t quite get that.  It’s honest work.  We pay people to watch our children, to work on our cars, to deliver our mail, to teach our children.  Some of us even pay people to clean our cars, but that’s not considered demeaning to the guy at the detail shop.  Maybe it is demeaning if you treat the cleaning person with disrespect or in a condescending manner. 

If I had a cleaning person, I think I would hug her (or him) every time she (or he) cleaned my house.  Then she (or he) would think I was a basket case and never come back, and then I’d be back to where I am now, loading my own dishwasher, vacuuming my own floors, scrubbing my own bathroom.  Sigh.  I’d better go for now.  Those dishes aren’t going to do themselves.

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