I miss the house cleaning service we had a few years ago.
I took pleasure in coming home to a clean house back when we could afford the luxury of a twice-a-month house cleaner.
Yet that was during the glory days before I left my corporate life behind to become a freelance writer and novelist.
My husband and I were financially comfortable and able to splurge on a few niceties. Yet, that all changed when we slashed our budget drastically in order for me to fulfill my writer dreams. That meant the house cleaning service was the first to go. But I miss it greatly. Not only because of the non-stop cleaning I have to do, and the non-stop yelling I do at others (in my house) who’re slacking on their cleaning duties, but also for another reason in particular. Let me explain.
I was in my son’s room one day reaching for his dirty underwear wedged between the dresser and the wall. It was laundry day, and as usual I had to hunt down the kids clothes. They prefer to throw them around their room and all over the house, instead of putting them in their dirty clothes hamper. Go figure.
With one hand leveraged on the wall, I bent over to retrieve the skid-marked underwear (don’t act like you don’t know what skid marks are), then hoisted myself back up. The hand, which leveraged me on the wall slid across a bumpy surface. Immediately, my motherly instincts told me if I take a closer look, I won’t like what I’m about to see. But I looked anyway.
“What is this?” I said to my son. Though I already knew what it was, I wanted to hear what his story would be.
“What is what?” He came next to me, stooped over for a closer look, then hunched his shoulders rapidly and repeatedly. “Um, I dunno. Boogers, maybe?”
Keep in mind, I’m talking to a teenager who recently turned fifteen, and old enough to know better.
“Why is there a cluster of dried boogers on the wall?” I asked.
He was silent for a second, then dropped his head in defeat. “I didn’t have tissue so I just flicked them over there.”
Is he serious? Wouldn’t you just like to wring his neck? The bathroom is right next to his room. There’s a butt-load of tissue there. Who leaves booger clusters on a wall?
Needless to say after giving him my infamous pissed-off-mom tongue lashing, I made him get a wet towel and clean it up.
And that’s why I miss the house cleaner. If we still had a house cleaner, she’d have gotten rid of that cluster before I ever had a chance to witness it.
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