Tuesday, October 11, 2005
( 8:45 AM ) teahouse
I've reached that point that most professional single women reach when they hit a certain age and have high-powered careers but are unmarried and childless.
I've hired a housekeeper, and she's become my paid companion.
About 6 months ago I hired R from an agency to help me clean and organize my apartment.
R is terrific. She's in her 40s, the mother of six, and she really takes charge of all situations. She yells at people - dry cleaners, maintenance men - so I don't have to.
Now I can't live without her. She does everything for me.
Over the weekend, she came over and helped me pack. Then she and I hauled some stuff to my new apartment, and she cleaned the new place from top to bottom while I ran around and did errands.
She even got on her knees and scrubbed the pigeon poop off my balcony with ammonia, bleach and a bucket of hot water, while I stood on and watched, helpless.
I have a feeling that when the movers move my stuff, she'll be in charge of putting on the sheets and blankets on the bed, plumping the pillows, folding the laundry and organizing the closet.
Guess who's going to decide how the furniture is configured? Guess who's going to alphabetize my DVDs and hang my pictures?
I'm putty in her hands.
She was so excited when she saw the new place. "What a huge kitchen! And with an island! So much counter space! And jacuzzi jets in the bathroom! We're going to have fun with this!"
She even shook the doorman's hand and introduced herself as "THB's housekeeper."
The thing is, I love it. She rocks. She keeps me organized and sane.
The possibilities are endless. Maybe she could come to my office and organize my files?
On that note, I may be MIA for a few days. The movers are coming, and everything is in chaos. And I have to disconnect my internet service until everything is in the new place. But never fear..I'll be back before you know it!