Once a month we have a professional clean our house. And by “professional” I mean someone who is twenty years younger than I am and who doesn’t mind crouching along the baseboards like a Ninja Swiffering up the latest batch of dust bunnies.
If Swiffering dust bunnies was on my list of chores to do, I suspect I’d suddenly develop a severe case of “Dust Bunny Blindness” until they grew to Godzilla-like proportions. And even then, I’d only remove them if they hindered my progress into the room.
Anyone entering our home with a dust allergy would need to don protective gear. And, since we don’t wish to pay for gas masks and Hazmat suits in various sizes and colors for our guests, we pay a cleaning lady.
But I think our cleaning lady plays tricks on me. At first blush, she seems like a very sweet woman who is eager to help in whatever way necessary to make our home sparkle. But every single time after she leaves, I have to go on the hunt for our folding cutting board.
And it’s only that particular cutting board. All the other cutting boards are parked with military precision on the counter against the wall next to our Kitchen-Aid and are ranked from largest to smallest in descending order.
But no matter where the folding cutting board is at the time of her arrival, by the time she leaves, it’s nowhere to be found.
At first, I assumed it was because she didn’t know where it was stored. Our practice is to wash some items by hand (the ones I don’t want getting destroyed in our dishwasher), and place them on a drying mat next to the sink to dry. Later, after they’re dry (naturally), I put them away.
But because our cleaning lady, let’s call her Mollie, is thorough, she attempts to put away any items that are drying on the drying mat. Thus, serving bowls will be found where the storage bowls are stored and spatulas that go in the drawer next to the stove might be found in the utensil organizer. (Hey, it’s a system that works for us. We have too many spatulas and they’d take up all the room in the utensil organizer, which means we can never find the whisk.)
Believe me, it has been a work in progress to get our kitchen organized.
Nevertheless, Mollie hides that folding cutting board in a different cabinet or drawer every time.
The first time she did it, it took me two days to locate the blasted thing. I nearly called her several times to ask where she’d put it, but refused to admit defeat. Finally, I found it in the back of the cabinet where our pots are stored. The next time I eventually found it in the towel drawer.
The other day, I figured I would eliminate the need entirely for Mollie to find homes for all our kitchen items. I washed, dried and put everything away, including the cutting board in question. I decided that there was absolutely no chance I’d lose track of it.
But I would be wrong. (Shocking, I know.)
Later that evening, I decided to make chili for dinner so we could have some while watching the college Championship football game (yay Ohio State!). I started to grab the folding cutting board so I could cut up an onion.
But was it in its spot that I’d so carefully placed it that morning before Mollie arrived?
Noooo. It was not.
So I had to go on the hunt. And this time I found it on top of the baking pans in the cabinet directly below the counter where the other cutting boards are kept.
So I’m figuring it has to be on purpose. Kind of like an adult version of Hide N’ Seek. And instead of humans, we play with kitchen paraphernalia.
Oh well. If that’s the only issue we have with Mollie, I’m okay with it. And if she gets her jollies by hiding the cutting board, that’s okay, too. Our kitchen is only so big.
If she starts hiding it in the wasteland that is our furnace room, however, we’re going to have a problem.
And, probably, I’d be way more comfortable if she chose to hide the Swiffer dust cloths. That way, I’ll have a reasonable excuse not to go on the hunt for those gargantuan dust bunnies.