Do you have a Bob or Bobby in your life? You should. Bob is this salt of the earth fella who cleans our house every other Tuesday.
Bob is my everything.
Bob is underpaid; not because I underpay him, but because he has a rate that he refuses to raise. He doesn’t know his value like I do.
The thing about having someone come to clean your house on any sort of regular basis—it’s the greatest luxury you might ever know. I used to feel guilty and all “first-world” about the whole thing, like: who am I to have someone cleaning my house? When I got over myself, I got Bob.
Many years ago before he was a part of our lives, we had Bonnie. Bonnie arrived on the scene when I became a new mom and my parents said, “Hey honey, we’ve decided to get you a cleaning service as a baby gift.”
I know now that the entire chain of events was related to my inability to have a kid and do much of anything else simultaneously. I was sleep deprived and there was usually vomit on my cheek. Reflux (my little bundle of joy’s, not mine) was not compatible with a clean house.
My parents, being the tidy people they are, decided that my house was going to hell in a hand basket. They were not wrong.
Anyway, we had Bonnie on their dime. It was heaven.
Months later, I got my groove back and figured out how to function as a parent AND keep the kitchen clean. Bonnie went on to save a new family from soap scum and dust bunnies.
So there I was, vacuuming, doing laundry, raising two small people and pretty much back in the rat race with freelance writing jobs.
It wasn't long before our house got all “Hoarders” looking.
Sometimes I come home on Tuesdays after he has cleaned and I swear to you, I hear angels singing. My kids even revel at his good works. They call him Bobby and their eyes get all big when they speak of him. No sh*t, he's like Santa in these parts.
Bob is here to stay. If I have to work on the weekends to pay for him, I will. Bob is better at taking care of my house than I will ever be. Why would I want to keep his light from shining?
Love you, Bob.