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Every two weeks we turn the house over for cleaning.

A crack team comes in and does the necessary dusting and mop up.

It is hard to stay out of the way.

In the summer it is too hot to go outside while they are here but now, the first of the season, it was OK to go sit out back on the patio while they cleaned and mopped and all.

We tried doing it ourselves once. A long time ago.

First, there was the dearth of implements.

Hard to mop here and there with one of those stringy bastards.

Then we didn't have the product. Like one's hair. Gotta have the products: bleach, soap, wax.

Then the gloves. Nasty to do it bare. So those playtex bastards all slipping off all the time.

You get the picture.

This lot, they come in at noon and are done with the entire house, all of it, in two hours.

They have been coming to help us for quite awhile. They were hired by the realtor when we bought the place and never left.

Sooner or later, they come and tell us that we can go back inside.

The house always smells good.

Today was a big cleanup day, actually. Marcus went to the groomer this morning. He smells like an old lady. The shampoos they use on him I guess.

All this fades in a day or so and we start to fill the house up with our smell. Our special family aura.

Labels: housekeeping