OK - so I would like to take a quick minute to rant about my cleaning lady (I know, I know, I know - I have no right to fuss about someone else scrubbing my floors and folding my laundry but
that is not going to stop me.)
She comes every other week on Wednesday unless she shows up Friday or skips a week. Those of you who like routines are already starting to sweat for me.
Because of these random acts of cleaning, it is hard for me to prepare for the cleaning lady (yep, we clean for the cleaning lady). Here's why: she hides our stuff!
She doesn't mean to (at least I hope not) but she is very good at it. The kids and I spend time trying to hide all of our most precious stuff so we can find it on our return. She would never take a thing, just "puts it away" in places we apparently never look.
Some of our most memorable misplacements:
- birth certificates and diplomas - originally located in a large (diploma sized) envelope standing upright under my desk - post cleaning found (1 1/2 years and a trip to the health dept for new birth certificates later) in the same envelope under a shelving unit in another room
- last skein of yarn for my knitting project - originally stored with the knitting project - found in an old knitting bag in a basket in a closet
- all of my daughter's favorite sweatshirts - admittedly originally found probably in a pile in her closet - probably deservedly found in a trash bag in the garage a month later
We survived all of these, but this latest blow to my ego - not so sure - this morning I went to pull on a pair of jeans and all but cried when I couldn't squeeze my leg into them. When I looked down, I was trying to pull on my twelve year old daughter's skinny jeans! (I will say that her top fit me nicely but it was hard to focus on that while feeling like a stuffed sausage in misplaced jeans!)
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