I love a clean house. The feel. The smell. Just knowing it is really clean. I’m a pretty good cleaner, too. In my past I even cleaned apartments on turnover. I always hoped that giving a new tenant a perfectly clean apartment would inspire them to leave it clean when they moved out. Of course they seldom did, but I learned to start at the top of a room, clean the moldings, doors, windows, etc. and the floors last. I learned that there is a big difference in cleaning products.
When I was working I lucked into a wonderful housecleaner when a friend’s had some extra time. I loved having Tasha – all those grungy jobs like cleaning the tub were no longer on my to-do list. I’d come home from work and the house would smell so wonderful, and if I came back when she was cleaning she’d be singing along to country music. Alas, Tasha was part of my life for only a year I think.
The housekeeper we’ve had for the last three years recently decided to cut down her work hours, so we were looking for someone new. I cleaned the house for several weeks as we asked around. Finally we heard of a friend’s housekeeper with a free day. We met and hit it off right away.
I am so happy – I think we might have a Mexican version of Tasha at our house now. What a dynamo! She is happy and smiling, comfortable working with me on my Spanish… and I feel like a light has been turned on in our house. You should see the piles of dust she’s evicting from this place! Paul put his iPad down for a minute and -zip- it was gleaming too.
She is happy for the work and I am so happy she’s here. Life is good!