Wednesday, December 30, 2009

A Girl Could Get Used to That

On Monday morning, I was asleep in my parents' house in Pensacola when my phone chimed with an incoming text message. I grabbed it and opened one eye to look. I can read a text without waking up. Anyway, it was Fabienne, my house cleaner, saying, "I'm on my way to your house." My eyes flew open. I was thinking, "Yikes, Fabienne is almost here and I'm not ready! I should at least put on pants." Then it dawned on me that I wasn't in my own bed and Fabienne was 400 miles away. So no need to put on pants.

I texted right back and said that we'd decided to stay in Florida an extra day and I'd forgotten that we'd switched her day to Monday. I told her where our house key was and that she could go on in and clean or reschedule if she preferred. She said she wanted to go ahead and let herself in. Great.

But it was so much better than I thought. We got home at 9 o'clock Monday night, and walking in to that clean house was the real miracle of Christmas. Floors were shiny, beds were made. Glory be, I felt at peace, I felt so civilized, I felt the way Oprah must feel all the time. It was good. And you know, it made me unpack much more quickly and completely, just to preserve the tidiness.

I highly recommend this. Even if you don't have a regular house cleaner, maybe arrange for one before you come back from a trip. Fellas, this would be an excellent present to give your ladylove.

Did I just say "ladylove"?

10 comments:

Michele said...

I want a housekeeper again ....waaaaa... but every time I mention it JR poo poos the idea. Oh sure, he can have every ESPN channel on the planet but I can't have a housekeeper. I'm thinkin' we need to readjust the finances.

Amy said...

Sigh. I am so many years from a houskeeper -- from either end. I think 2006 was the last time. Now I see her car on alternate Thursdays (it was MY day!) at the across-the-street neighbors, whom I introduced her to. Isn't that just salt in my wound??

So my house is an ongoing wreck, but on the up side those 529 plans are looking right spiffy.

Sigh. (Did I say that already?)

Jenni said...

Oooh, love when the cleaning people come while we are on vacation. It makes coming home much less anticlimactic.

Carrie said...

In theory that sounds divine, but in practice my family rushed back home last night BECAUSE the cleaning lady was coming this a.m. and I needed to be here to prep the house.

Kelly said...

Can you make sure Linc reads this post...? ;)

Keely said...

Now if only I could go on vacation...

Becky said...

Carrie, that was the great part. Normally I scurry around and do all kinds of prep, but forgetting and then being in a different state cured that right up! It felt nice to just have all it happen for a change.

Mad Woman said...

I need a housekeeper. I'm so busy cleaning everyone else's houses and showering them (I'm a support worker) that I can't be bothered with mine half the time.

Sara said...

Just like Oprah indeed!

I try to play housekeeper before we leave so I can get a similar effect.
It would be much more grand if someone else did the cleaning though. Some day, some day.

Fantastic Forrest said...

Yes, you DID say ladylove! :)

Congratulations on your shiny clean house. Is it still that way, or just a happy memory?

Happy New Years Eve, Becky! I look forward to more of your adventures in 2010.