Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Pretty Little Things

They say diamonds are a girl's best friend, and it would definitely be a great gift but I have an idea or two of what a gal in my position would like. Husbands, are you paying attention?

My friend is off at Disneyland and while she is away, her gift from her husband for either Christmas or an anniversary (I am not certain and it is beside the all important point) has just cleaned her house top to bottom - crown molding to floorboards. All that glitters isn't gold, but a glittery counter top is worth it's weight, ask any housewife.
I have had my home cleaned a couple of times by someone other than me and someone not related to me and let me tell you, it feels so good. Sure, you feel a little impractical, a little lazy even, maybe even a little bad about someone else wiping sticky fingerprints from the hallways, but only for a moment. And, you are paying said wiper well. It was so nice to use those hours that I would have been deep cleaning for other things, like playing with my kids and not cringing every time you had to ask them to stop walking on your nice clean and wet floors until they dried. I think what I really noticed is that I didn't resent the maintenance of the clean home that I just bought. It didn't hurt as bad when I saw orange juice splatter on the floor or toothpaste smeared on the bathroom counter because I wasn't the one who had just spit shined it. It wasn't me that spent hours on my knees cleaning. I know it was paid for out of my household income, but I could not have loved it more. So this is really the gift that keeps on giving.

Ooh, and I would love a steamer. Not just any steamer, one that gets wrinkles out of clothing but also has the special nozzle that reaches into the corners of your bathroom and gets those germs you see on those infomercials and episodes of Oprah where she tells you what is lurking on your counter top that you can't see but might kill you.

And if you want to throw in a couple of diamonds, no one is stopping you.


joeyandaleethea said...

ha! I totally saw that Oprah episode with the grossness! hehe. We just bought a steamer from the big T store last week. It's for floors, and I love it like a fat kid loves cake. So I stopped by today because it's Friday and I think you used to have Flashback Fridays and was looking forward to a 1970ish photo for laughs. Those cracked me up! Now I think I'm going to have to dig up my own instead of leeching off your flashbacks. :)

Through the Looking Glass said...

Hey there! I'm still riding-it-up in the happiest place on earth, but I got the message today that my house was indeed scrubbed, top to bottom by said "gift", and I almost screamed with joy! I will be coming home to a spotless house with baseboards cleaner than they've been in the years we've lived there. My window tracks, my doors, all those nooks and crannies I never clean because who cleans nooks and crannies when you have four kids?

D, get on board ASAP: Whit needs a clean house and a Sargeant Steamer to aid her in the process. And if you give her a diamond tennis bracelet, I can almost guarantee she'll steam wearing nothing but the bracelet...