I Hired a Maid

Yup, that’s right. We now have a maid. His name is Michael. I must have left the door to our room open because next thing I know, Michael comes out with the vacuum (yes, we keep the vacuum in our closet for this very reason) and says he needs to clean up a spot on the rug. So, I told him he needed to pick up his toys first and put them away. He picked them up—and put them on the hearth. 

So, I helped him vacuum the rug. Then, he vacuumed the rest of the rooms. Makes me think I should give him an allowance or something. He put all his toys in his room up on his bed so that he could vacuum, 

and thank goodness he asked for help with the “dangerous” part (the outlets).  I figure a two-year-old maid is better than what we’ve got going right now.  

After vacuuming, he helped me sweep and mop our hardwood/laminate floors. 

Yesterday, we went to DI to see if we could find a few large, inexpensive rugs to put downstairs since Chelsea, Thomas, and the kids and coming to live with us at the end of this week while they look for a house. I found two decent sized rugs, and as you can imagine, they are quite nasty! I told Michael that we needed to clean up the basement and vacuum those rugs. So, from the minute we got back from DI, he was after me to go down and clean! I barely talked him into lunch and a nap first! When he got up, we swept and started vacuuming the rugs. And, first thing this morning, guess what he's been begging to do? Yup. "Mommy, we need to go downstairs and vacuum!"