Many people in Genoa have maids. When I lived in Canada I had a big house (3 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, 2 living rooms, dining room, kitchen, etc.) I also had a maid who came twice a month, but that was because I worked full-time, commuted 100 Km a day and wanted my weekends to relax. Most homes here are 2 & 3 bedroom apartments. So clearly I don’t really get the maid thing.
Now, I have a 1 bedroom apartment, I no longer work full-time and I don’t commute, unless you qualify getting on a smelly, over-crowded bus for thirty minutes a commute. However, in the past several months I’ve been quite busy. My workload had doubled and with the warmer weather I had better things to do than clean windows on a Saturday.
Finally finished work for the summer I soon realized that the apartment was in desperate need of an overhaul. I called Mama and asked if I could borrow her maid. She came over yesterday and while I ironed my way through a mountain she cleaned windows and washed floors.
Overall, I was happy with the results because I could finally see out the bedroom window again but her vacuuming skills left little to be desired (shouldn’t that be the easiest part?). I parted with 40 Euros and decided I would run through the apartment with the vacuum again just before leaving for Tuscany. This would have been necessary anyway because Coco leaves enough white fur everywhere to grow a second cat.
Then came this morning…at 8:00 a.m. I was blindly making tea when I knocked over a large, full jar of honey. Glass and honey went everywhere. So much for my clean floor. I started to wipe it up only to get a small shard of glass in my finger which then required tweezers and a bit of a sticky extraction. Ouch 😦
Great! Blood and honey and glass, what a great combination. I mopped it all up and got out the vacuum quickly to realize that my maid was not inept at vacuuming but at realizing the bag was full and needed replacing. No sooner did I get the kitchen floor spic and span did I then drop the Nutella! I wish I was joking but I’m not. Thankfully it was an easier clean up because the jar wasn’t glass.
Then I went shopping and returned home an hour later to find that Coco had barfed a hairball at the front entrance (twice) and on the bathroom rug 😦 Is this day going to get better anytime soon?
Oh well, so much for hiring a maid. At least I can still see out my clean windows and appreciate the sunshine right?