Olivia and Isaac
We have a lady named Olivia who comes to clean our house every two weeks. Olivia is lovely. Olivia's English is poor at best. (Steve and I have come to terms with the sad but true reality that employing Olivia will preclude either of us from serving our great nation as Secretary of Homeland Security or Secretary of Labor. So don't even try to nominate us.)
We have a son named Isaac who dirties our house every day of the week. (As I write this, Isaac is taking orange highlighter to the green couch.) Isaac is lovely. Isaac's English is understandable to some, but not so much to the lovely Olivia from Mexico, who understands precious little English, even when it is clear-spoken and well-articulated.
Each time Olivia comes, Isaac follows her from room to room and talks to her incessantly as she washes the windows and sweeps the floors. He doesn't care that there is a Great Communication Divide.
Every two weeks, I can count on being cheered by a clean house, and a delightful and entertaining exchange of two lovely people who haven't the foggiest what the other is talking about.
We have a son named Isaac who dirties our house every day of the week. (As I write this, Isaac is taking orange highlighter to the green couch.) Isaac is lovely. Isaac's English is understandable to some, but not so much to the lovely Olivia from Mexico, who understands precious little English, even when it is clear-spoken and well-articulated.
Each time Olivia comes, Isaac follows her from room to room and talks to her incessantly as she washes the windows and sweeps the floors. He doesn't care that there is a Great Communication Divide.
Every two weeks, I can count on being cheered by a clean house, and a delightful and entertaining exchange of two lovely people who haven't the foggiest what the other is talking about.
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At least in our house, the clean part doesn't last very long anyway, but it is nice to spend a day out with my kids instead of cleaning and STILL get to come home to the smell of Pinesol and fresh vacuume marks on the carpet.
I have talked to many moms in many stages of life (older kids, lots of kids..) and they all said that if they had to do it over again they would get a cleaning lady. The ones who had it felt it was a worthwhile investment. In fact, one mother even said "it's like I have a wife..you know, that person who comes behind you and helps you with the stuff you can't finish yourself?". True, huh? Anyone can clean your house but you are the only one that can mother your kids.
Our cleaning lady, Norma, came to us a few years ago when we found out that she needed some extra hours inbetween jobs (she is in our ward). We loved her. My daughter would also follow her around and talk, talk, talk and practice her Dora words. She feels like family. She just left us to persue a home sewing business and we miss her. I need to find someone else..pronto.
Good for you.
P.S. We won't be running for political office either... sigh. :-_)