My mom and stepdad gave me a fan-freaking-tastic birthday gift, which is six months' worth of every-other-week housekeeping. While I normally have a major aversion to taking care of life logistics, I'd managed to line up someone for that job within 48 hours of receiving the card. I'm more than willing to deal with the logistical "hassle" of having a clean house.
Susie started today. She came last week to check the house out and figure out a schedule, and she showed up today right on time. Maddie and Riley already adore her, and when she rang the doorbell they yelled, "SUSIE!" and ran to get their brooms and mops to "help" her. Maddie had also written her a little note (?) to take home. Um, that's sweet, although none of us could tell what it was that the note said. Even Maddie seemed a little unclear about it. But hey, that's fine, the point is that we are all thrilled about Susie's arrival in our lives.
I showed her where to find the things she needed, then the kids and I headed off for preschool dropoff (swoon) and work (feh). Around 10:45 a.m., my cell phone rang. It was Susie. "Stacey," she said, "I'm locked into your house!"
OOPS. Bourgeoise employeer fail of epic magnitude!
See, our house has the kind of locks that are a deadbolt inside and out; you need a key to unlock the door from the outside or the inside if it's locked up. I'd given Susie a key to the house when she'd come for her initial visit, and she'd brought the key back with her today, but she'd left it in the car. When I left with the kids after Susie arrived, I locked the door behind us figuring she'd feel more secure with it latched, but I didn't think to ask if she had her key on her.
Luckily, the timing of her call was prefect as I'd just come out of a meeting, so I told her to make a cup of tea and relax while I dashed home to set her free. I'm just so glad there was no emergency in the house while she was there; I mean, I suppose in a real emergency, she could have gone out a window, but still.
No denying that it's Monday today, eh?