Wednesday mornings I sweep
my prescriptions into a drawer,
black folder my lists
and rituals,
make happy beds,
and strip the couch
so my maid can clean
without seeing my dirt.
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Tuesday, September 23, 2014
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- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
6 comments:
Oh, you do that, too!!! I thought I was the only one!! Thanks for my morning giggle, MZ!!
I had a cleaning maid in for a year after having knee surgery. It used to stress me out that I had to tidy/clean the house before she came . . . there was definitely lots of 'shoving into drawers' that went on. :)
Speaking from the viewpoint of the cleaning lady, I never could figure out why people did that. Hee hee.
I was a maid for years. I wish you'd been one of the slobs I cleaned for. Most excellent poem! (If I ever had a maid, I'd do the same thing, I'm sure.) xo
If I had a maid, I'd have to do lots and lots of "tidying" before they came.
If I had a maid, she'd just have to suck it up and deal.
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