A long time ago, but short enough that I still remember it quite vividly, we had a cleaning lady. Not a live in or anything like that but a woman that came every two weeks and cleaned our house, including LAUNDRY. Yes she cleaned and folded all of our laundry. All I had to do was put it away. My husband thinks someone else doing our laundry is weird. I think it’s HEAVEN!
So a while back, when we lived in California, I had this awesome helper. I would pack Cameron up, grab our Chocolate Lab and the three of us would head out for the day while Jane (not her real name) would come and miraculously clean our old beach house, launder and fold our piles of clothes and leave me giddy with happiness.
It was nice. Oh so nice.
It was also before I had TWO kids, red Maui dirt and now a puppy whose fur could be turned into an exorbitant amount of sweaters or rugs. Now, instead I have a “partnership” with my husband on the laundry front, Roomba (aka Alice) to take care of the fur and myself to makes this place sparkle…Needless to say, this place doesn’t always sparkle.
Last night we had guests come over a bit last minute and so I got my cleaning on. Now the house smells great. The bathroom is spotless and there is a bit of sparkle to be seen. But while cleaning, running around crazily, sweating and wondering “how the hell those marks got on the wall like that and why the hell won’t they come off?”, it hit me…
I really really really really really really really really really miss our dear, super cleaning and wonderful, Jane. Now, more than ever, I need her. Oh how I need her!
(and then I treated myself to a glass of yummy wine, had good food with good friends and continued to daydream a little about how my life would be complete with a little Jane in it.)
Do you have a “Jane” of your own? Do you dream of having a “Jane” like me? What would you do with the time Jane would save you? Read a book? Watch bad t.v.? Go grab a mani/pedi? Perhaps have people over more often? Share!