But I gratefully know better. I have three fairies who whoosh into my house and get to work on this place we call home. Where as you, dear blends, see only pictures of a clean and gracious home, Kathy and her girls see the good, the bad, and the ugly.
On those Wednesday mornings, I frantically try to get the house in some sort of order so that it can be cleaned. I throw random items in drawers. My sons whine the exact same whine I did as a child: "Why do I have to straighten my room before the maids get here? I thought they came here to clean." And I go through the same schpeel my mom went with me. (You know what I'm talking about!)
Today I came home to my lovely, clean home. BUT I noticed something awry. My basket of fruit was a bit smaller. It was missing a few pieces. Where were my bananas and oranges that were near the bottom? It hadn't been that long since I had put them there (or had it?). They were getting a little ripe, and I was planning on making some fruit salad for the family. Then I noticed a little note:
We hope you don't mind, but we threw out
the rotten fruit that was in the basket.
It was getting moldy.
So much for appearances... they know how we really live.