Yesterday, Coop took our girls on a five-day ski trip. They left at about 10:30 or so. (It's winter break up here in the frozen Northeast. Which is not to be confused with Spring break, which we have at the end of March.)
So, it just happens that last week, which was to be my normal week to have the cleaners come, we had a lot of snow. (Or, as I say in most of the videos I shot that day, "SERIOUS SNOW."
(Why yes, I just used a YouTube VIDEO in a digression. Please hold your applause until the end.)
At about 10:00 yesterday, the cleaners called: could they please come to make up the snow day.
WHY, YES, THEY CERTAINLY COULD! AND I WOULD EVEN PAY THEM!!!
(Frankly, I took this as a sign from the Flying Spaghetti Monster that I was meant to spend my vacation NOT CLEANING.) (You know what this means, don't you? I have been touched by his Noodly Appendage!) (Also? That my talent for digressions knows NO BOUNDS.)
So, then, of course, I had to do that insane thing that we at the Cooper Compound call, "Cleaning Before the Cleaners Come."
I know it's crazy. But A) my cleaners get paid (handsomely) by the hour and B) if I don't try to stash the clutter in some manner, the guys can't even get to the surfaces to clean them. In our house, things tend to migrate from the basement to the bedrooms (things like luggage and books) and from one room to another --landing, for the most part, on the island in the kitchen. (Which makes me insane.)
Plus, um, it's the Knitting Olympics and there was a fair amount of yarn lying about.
(Well, okay, this is also because it's my birthday week and I might have had a little falling down at Eat.Sleep.Knit and Little Knits and, um...well, okay, KnitPicks.) (See, I thought I was going to have extra money because the cleaners skipped their normal week. See? See how budgetary and frugal and fiscally responsible I am, honey?? Um, Coop?)
BACK TO THE POINT (assuming I have one) the cleaners were coming so I was insanely cleaning before they got here. I did all the laundry and made eleventy-hundred trips up and down all the stairs and really fried my poor foot.
It was SO worth it.
The cleaners came. They did things like THIS:
obsession with stripes. This time they took that to an entirely different level.
(Y'all take pictures of your house cleaners, too, right? I mean, assuming you need them?)
Anyway, after they left, I lit a fire in the fireplace, and poured a sparkling water over some ice into a wine glass (just to be festive) and I sang Happy Birthday to myself. (It's not actually until Friday but the kids and my spectacular husband gave me presents before they left. More about that tomorrow.)
And then, you know, I kind of wished my little family was home to revel in all this good cleanliness.