Yesterday the home health aide came but Dad didn’t need a shower (at that point) and didn’t want his nails done. I was home so she didn’t need to make his lunch. She made his bed and then came to me.
“I need to do something,” she said to me. “Can I clean?”
Can you clean?!? Can you clean?? I couldn’t believe my ears. Yes, I was thrilled.
I worried that my response would be too over-the-top so I took a deep breath, smiled, and said, “Sure! That would be great!”
I showed her where the vacuum cleaner was, which was the first thing she asked for. She wheeled it into his bedroom and I heard its hum as I went to find Laurel to help her with her math.
We were deeply ensconced in the back room studying ratios when she came looking for me again.
“I’d like to dust his bookshelves,” she said. “Do you have any spray?”
I couldn’t remember the last time those shelves had been dusted. No, I am not a housekeeper.
But I knew there was some Pledge or something around.
We started looking.
It wasn’t anywhere.
When something is missing, I often say, “It’s always the last place you look.”
Mary hates that saying.
“I’ll just use a rag,” the aide said and headed back to his bedroom.
I went back to ratios.
Then I saw it. On the bookshelves in the backroom. We had dusted when we got the room ready for Christmas, but left the can of Pledge sitting out on a shelf.
See? I told you I’m not a cleaning person. I don’t even clean up the cleaning supplies.
I was delighted to hand the can to the aide, who, in turn, seemed delighted to clean my father’s bedroom.
Maybe she’d like to tackle clutter, too.