Murphy’s law being what it is, the cleaning ladies arrived at 6. There is an exceptionally disturbing amount of crashing and banging going on upstairs as they are getting things done, so it’s probably a good thing that a) this is their last visit and b) I am usually not here when they do the work. I find it to be completely unnerving - though nothing has ever been broken, it always sounds like they’re taking out one of the walls when they’re working. Everything on my nightstands also gets rearranged, but that I can deal with - except when I can’t find something, but things always turn up eventually.
I got out and ran this afternoon and unfortunately have yet to be able to get a shower in cause I didn’t particularly want to be IN the shower when they arrived… I’m half tempted to just say, “Nice job, go home” so I can get myself cleaned up…
That pause you may not have detected was my having to move my bed since the dog got stuck behind it while hiding from the vacuum cleaner. He likes the cleaning ladies just fine, he sees the vacuum and he’s gone. And I can’t put him in the backyard right now because the lawn guys have arrived as well.
OK, the cleaning ladies have taken off (I retreated to the bedroom and have stuck with the dog) so I think it’s safe to go back downstairs without fear of getting squirted with windex or run over by the vac.
