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:
Mrs. W.,
We hope you don't mind, but we threw out
the rotten fruit that was in the basket.
It was getting moldy.
Kathy
So much for appearances... they know how we really live.
