Cleaning Ladies Part 2

If you go back and read my February 22 post on cleaning ladies, you will remember that I have been struggling with mine (cleaning ladies, that is.) After they cleaned the kitchen with Pledge, I vowed to give them just one more chance. The next time they came I (again) reviewed all of the cleaning products and we did a little matching quiz. "Which room goes with Tilex? Anyone? Anyone?" I thought the review had been pretty comprehensive. I went into the computer room to work on my Primary lesson. Needing a glass of water, I made my way to the kitchen and found, to my surprise, that Carmen was spraying every surface in the kitchen with BBQ grill cleaner that she had smuggled in from home. I swear...it took me a week to get it wiped off of everything. She had even sprayed the plastic crock pot lid and the blender with it. I was ready to call (I can't fire people in person) and tell them that I wouldn't be needing them anymore when I landed in the hospital. One good thing about being in a coma is that other people are sort of forced to pick up the slack. So Bill had to make the call and tell them that I was sick and we wouldn't be needing them "for a while." He told them we would call back "if" we needed them again. Like maybe the day I see pigs flying past the kitchen window.

Jump ahead to earlier this week. Heather brought me lunch on Monday and asked what I was going to do about a cleaning lady. I had actually been thinking about trying the girl who cleans for Heather, so she made the call and today I was blessed (cue the angelic choirs) with a visit from Blanca and Vero. Imagine eating a really fine steak after a whole lot of bologna sandwiches. I have landed in cleaning lady heaven.

Let me list a small sampling of the things they did today... For starters, the grout in my kitchen looks like a model home that has never known food preparation. My baseboards have been scrubbed, my toaster has been taken apart, de-crumbed and now shines like a newly-minted dime, and all of the slats on all of our mission-style furniture have been individually dusted. My previous cleaning ladies had no more than a nodding acquaintance with my grout and the closest they came to cleaning the toaster was to spray it with Pledge.

For the first time in a long time, I didn't have to clean my house after the cleaning ladies left. Blanca and Vero are heroines of housework and I salute them!