We don’t clean

June 17, 2008 by Barbara.

On Friday at supper we were discussing our plans for Saturday. Melissa had invited us to come visit on Saturday morning and Reid was excited to go, even though we’d been just the night before. I told her that we would go if Daddy didn’t have other plans. Well, he said that he had planned to clean the house on Saturday morning. Reid’s face lit up with a smile and she looked at me and said, “We don’t clean!” Ergo, we were cleared to go visit Melissa and her family. While Ken laughed, I defended my honour and pointed out that I clean *sometimes* and even she does every once and a while. Still, it is true that we don’t clean as much as Ken does. Yet.

When he is away, Reid and I will have to step up. I’m considering closing up the upstairs, except for a bathroom, and moving us downstairs. We wouldn’t need to have the air conditioning on as high, the mess would be more concentrated - and more manageable - and Reid would actually play with the toys down there.  As a bonus, we could offer our guests (you will be coming to visit, won’t you?) the nicest accommodations we have. It’s great to have cleaners come in and all but the name is a bit misleading since they depend on me to clear the floors and openshelves that they clean. Still, having them clean the tubs and toilets makes whatever we have to pay them worthwhile. Ask me in August how the house looks and check whether I meet your eyes when I reply. I’ll need some help staying on top of things.

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