thirty days with a grateful heart - day seventeen

day seventeen - every other wednesday

Every other Wednesday is my favoritest day of the week.  Want to know why?  Well, I'm almost embarrassed to admit this, but what the hey, you know just about all there is to know about me as it is.  Judge if you must.

Every other Wednesday, Gloria comes to my house.  Gloria is my cleaning lady and she has been coming to my house for more than twelve years, every other Wednesday.  My mom originally found Gloria, I'm not even sure where, but through every move and at every home that Big J and I have lived in over the years, Gloria has come without fail.  Every other Wednesday. 

And believe it or not, she has never missed a day in over twelve years of working for me. 

I'm so grateful for Gloria, I can't begin to even tell you.  She is really, really good at what she does, whereas I am not.  I am a really good picker-up-er, and an even better putter-away-er (never to be found again-er) but deep-clean-er, um, unfortunately - no.  And when you're just a bit ADD and you work from home and you can't have mess or clutter around or you get distracted and go off on some tangent and nothing ever gets done, well, believe me when I say that having a Gloria is truly a Godsend.

Periodically, every other Wednesday is difficult because the littles are home.  They try, really hard, I know they do, to stay out of Gloria's way - but, well, they're teenagers and the words clean and teenager are, I am here to tell you, not synonymous.  I spend most of those Wednesdays following them around from room to room encouraging (yes, nagging) them to pick up that thing they just left on the counter or pick up their shoes which are in the middle of the floor...  you get the picture.

Imagine my surprise, today then, when the sounds of music wafted into my office and I realized that my littles were not creating havoc in my soon to be completely clean house, they were instead - sitting in the living room, just hanging out together.  Soon to be adult brother and sister, no fighting, no bickering - just singing and playing the guitar.  Keeping each other busy while Gloria does her thing.

So grateful, honestly.    There are just not enough words in the whole wide world for how I feel about these two.

Every other Wednesday. 

My most favoritest day ever.