Once a year around this time I feel the need to shout an ode to my housekeeper. Now I hum this ode dilligently through out the year, but at this time of the year I am ready to stand on a hilltop and bellow it for all to hear. Because you see dear people this is the time that I foolishly allow Miss Milli to go off on her much needed 2 weeks of leave. SIGH!!
Every year I send her off and tell her rest up and have fun and I think well I can do this Mothers all over the world work, clean, cook and take care of their children and they don’t complain. And honestly for the first week I am usually thinking yeah I am superwoman… so what if I hate to wash the dishes, so what if I can’t stand the idea of sweating over an iron, dinner haha I can do that in my sleep.. I am doing this HA!
then reality crashes in to the tune of the second week and I am weeping wondering why I never lined up a person to come help twice even once a week. Dishes pile up. Sinks get clogged, the laundry mountain just doesn’t seem to ever get any smaller no matter the number of loads that I wash. My daughters hair… well okay i have figured out how to comb it in a way that makes her happy. i have heard enough chat from my youngest about how Miss Milli cooks this dish and that dish so much better. Suffice it to say I am frazzled. I stayed up one night washing, folding and ironing because the children need to go to school in uniforms and pajamas just wouldn’t do. And to add it all is trying to fit into a place that maybe bigger but lacks the storage space that my tiny townhouse provided.
And my thoughts ran onto all the women that do this on a regular basis and I add them to my ode. So I am singing a song to all the mothers out there who don’t have the part time relief of Miss Milli and I forever thankful that I have a Miss Milli to complement the lack of housekeeping gene that I clearly suffer from.
Sigh Maybe next year it would be easier … hmmm we’ll see.
( By the by Miss Milli came back yesterday and what a relief it was to walk into my house and see everything in it’s place and food on the stove I did a jig and gave a hug to this woman that is my life saver 🙂 )