Well, the trip to the grocery store was a success. And the best part? Fresh ceviche for dinner.
Fresh. Ceviche. People. OMG.
There were a few hiccups along the path today, but none as sad and hysterical as what happened to the Swimmy. I brought her home from day camp today a tired, thirsty, red-faced, sweaty blob. This very cute blob asked what Maria was doing and I told her helping to straighten up the house a little. So, off she went to check on the new curious houseguest.
Twenty seconds later the Swimmy comes in with the most pitiful look on her face, bottom lip in full outward pout and wet eyes and squeaks out, “Where did my white pillowcase go?”
Huh? “Do you mean did we change the sheets today?”
“Well, yes, Maria changed the sheets so you could sleep on clean sheets.”
“BUT WHY DID THEY TAKE AWAY MY WHITE PILLOWCASE?!” [insert Sarah Bernhardt sob]
“They? Uh, why don’t you come show me what you mean.”
[sniff] “Okay, Mommy.”
We head off to her room only to discover that Maria had mistakenly put on a set of twin-sized guest sheets that are, you guessed it, Not Swimmy’s. Or? white. Or? in any way acceptable.
Hearing the call of a Very Distraught Swimmy, Maria comes in and asks what is wrong. I calmly explain (trying very hard not to laugh) that these sheets are for guests and Miss Anal Retentive 2006 has her own sheets that she prefers to sleep on and oh my g-d can we fix this now?
*knowing glances exchanged* (This works in any language.)
We all change the sheets together, order is restored in the world, and the earth continues to rotate on its axis.
So. That’s done.
People, I need your help. Maria is quite competent. Quite. And I? Am running out of things for her to do. On Day 2. This is not good. Understand, we have a 2800 sqft, four-bedroom, 2-bath house. We do not have “gardens”, “quarters” or any part of the house that could be named a “wing”. We live a fairly casual lifestyle, but are not terribly messy (usually). There are only 3 of us and a dog.
This is not a house (right now) that takes up a ton of maintenance time. And there is no infant requiring 24 x 7 care yet.
So. You can see my dilemma. On one hand, we are all learning each others preferences, getting used to the whole “new person living here all week” and enjoying some added cleanliness. On the other… what the fuck do I have this woman do every day?
Now. Here’s where you come in.
If you to have your nanny/housekeeper wish granted and Maria were to be miraculously beamed Star Trek style to your house… What would you have her do?