Wednesday, May 2, 2007

Clean, clean, clean until your body can clean no more

Well, I am my mother's daughter. I remember, when I was little, my mom getting so worked up about getting the house to look just perfect before company arrive that, in my mind, she turned into a frantic cleaning machine that gave orders to us about how we had to get our rooms in just the right condition.
For the past week, I've been cleaning, de-cluttering, planting, ripping plants out, folding clothes, going to the Good Will, cleaning our home office, going through drawers, and basically becoming a cleaning machine that gives orders to others about how to get everything just in the right condition for the home visit from Maggie.
Now, I know that the point of the home visit as far as Heartsent is concerned is not to criticize or judge a person's home keeping skills but, being that I grew up around women who commented on every one's home and deconstructed every inch of their friend's decorating and cleaning skills (whether their own or their house keepers) I couldn't leave one inch of the house without at least a good wipe down.
So it took Maggie, Marina and me 5 minutes to look around our little home, including the yards! As expected Maggie didn't take a second look at the cleaning aspect of our home, but as to the quality of life we will be providing our baby girl and Marina, way to go Maggie!
After interviewing me and then Fernando (for about an hour each), Marina got her little turn and Maggie was off to her own home.
Thankfully, we went out to dinner and relaxed.

1 comment:

Swerl said...

Isn't it funny how we stress about cleaning the entire house ( I even re-arranged the linen closet!)before the social worker visits. Then, once they get there, they barely look at the house!! Aaahhhh!

Glad it went well!

Sam :)