So here I am sitting in my pj's, its 8.20am and my maid arrived 15 mins ago. We had a dinner party for 10 last night so the dishes are piled high, there is not a spare plate, bowl or piece of cutlery in my house. The sight of this would normally send me into a sobbing mess over a coffee but not today. I know I should be feeling bad that someone else will be spending the day cleaning and tidying up the mess but I don't. I commented to my husband last night after our guests left "I love entertaining when I don't have to do the clean up", he smiled and asked me if I would like another vodka.
Now in between doing the mountain of dishes my maid will also find time to wash and iron the laundry that has has accumulated since she left Saturday arvo (she is here Mon - Sat 8 - 4pm). How much can there be I hear you saying - well I live in the jungle, on the equator, so lots of laundry accumulate. (I sweat more than I ever felt possible so 3 changes of clothes a day is fairly norm.) For the first two weeks I felt uncomfortable as this domestic whizz cleaned my clothes and house while I shopped online, face booked and generally swanned around like a lady of leisure I always thought I should be. I felt uncomfortable at the thought of someone washing and folding my underwear (our maid folds undies in ways I have never seen undies folded before) or making my bed for me. Now I can't quite pin point the moment when I got over my discomfort but I do know that when I return to reality (life in Australia) and don't have someone to clean up after me on a daily basis I will miss it.
My hubby has commented on how clean the house is and I had to gently inform him to not get too used to it as on our return to Australia my distaste for household cleaning will again rear it's head. This is just a quickie blog so all of you reading it can slip way to vacuum or fold laundry - while I swan around like lady muck :)
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