She’s Tidied Up, and I Can’t Find Anything!!

I have to say DH totally won the Christmas present sweepstakes. For the past several major events (anniversary, birthday, etc.), he’s asked what I want. Jokingly (not really), I’ve been telling him I want a house elf. You know, my own personal Dobby who will keep things tidy and bring me a sammich when I’m having a snack attack at midnight. Amazingly, he found someone. Her name is Wendy.

She doesn’t have pointy ears or magic, but she definitely knows how to tidy. She and her daughters arrived this morning, and when I came home from work, blam! My house is freakin’ clean. Of course, there are stacks of things everywhere–books, boxes, and whatnot–but that’s my fault. Surfaces are clean, floors are clean, bathrooms are clean. She even left fresh flowers on the table! Couldn’t believe it. Still adjusting to the fact.

Obviously, Wendy and crew can be so efficient because they don’t have an emotional attachment to our stuff. They move at will to get the job done. The one unfortunate thing is that nothing’s where I left it. Which is fine–I can move stuff back–but my tiara is missing! This is the Queen of Writing World Tiara that I bought with the Puffs some time back, and it is a vital talisman for the writing. A must-find. Methinks a text to our house elf is in order.

That, and huge thanks. It’s hard to admit that I really can’t do it all. I know what to do, but making it happen is often another thing entirely. God bless the Wendys of the world, who can.


2 Comments

  1. How fantastic. I love it when everything is clean at the same time.

  2. I love it, too–I just can’t seem to figure out how to make it happen! As my favorite mug says, I’m “domestically disabled.” (Thank you, Anne Taintor!)

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