Well I have lost my cleaner, she left me, so I decided with a vengeance to put my all, into my new hobby that I love so much, cleaning. More on that in a moment, it wasn’t pretty.
My cleaner, (Sam) bless her, decided she had a better life at cleaning her own home. We even helped her pack, sourcing empty boxes, took her shopping over the weeks, buying goodies for her new home. Today left me with tears in my eyes, quietly sniffing so nobody could tell, in fact I have been quietly crying all week. Brittany occasionally patting me on the back, saying it’s going to be okay mum.
|The van that was taking all her possessions away.|
That boy that stole her heart rocked up in this truck at 9am. Sam had been up since 6am, finalising her packing. The front lobby of our home was piled high with filled boxes, various instructions written on them as to where they were to be placed in the new home. Some had fragile written on them, large and small boxes. We filled the truck, I supervised from a basketball foot stool (that she refused to take away with her so we will have to palm that one of to someone else) a trailer and three cars filled with belongings. You don’t realise how much you have accumulated, especially when you are only 22, made me smile, as along with the gathered bedroom furniture there was:
- The outdoor table and 8 chairs
- The Buffet
- The side tables
- The boxing stand and bag
- The TV
- The Play Station drum kit
- The guitar
- The surf board
- They Kayaks
- Outdoor heater
|One car and trailer.|
|Truck and cars in tandem, going all the way North, North, North|
So of we scooted up the freeway, North, a long way away. (yes I know I am exaggerating a bit, but that is what it feels like) Once there the load was unpacked, then they left to go to the boy that stole my daughters heart place to gather more belonging from his place.
Plenty of family were available to help prepare and clean the new home, help unpack and clean the new dishes, wipe out the cupboards, fill the fridge, connect the TV, make the bed, unpack the very important toilet paper, kettle, toaster, blender, crockery, cutlery, glasses. (should I check their cutlery drawer for my missing forks) You forget how much time and effort it takes when moving in.
My heart filled with joy when my two girls worked together in setting up Sam and Matt’s kitchen, siblings working side by side. Some day’s you don’t think it will happen, but at last peace.
Now all this I had to observe as a supervisor, because as my cleaner was leaving me I decided to clean our bathroom the night before the big move as I didn’t expect I would have time to clean over the weekend, as I would be helping with their moving and cleaning.
Big mistake I discovered, as I slipped while crouching down to scrub the grout in the shower, and the lower half of my legs went in the opposite direction doing the splits. Unfortunately I am no longer 5, as I imagine it wouldn’t have been an issue then as it is now.
|One very swollen strapped knee.|
I felt and heard the rip of my muscle. Collapsed in the shower, freaked out a bit as I was still wearing my work clothes, and all I could think of was no, no, bleach marks. Then remembered I use non toxic products. So all was good, crawled out of the shower and carried on for another hour. Then alas, that was the end of me, the pain set in.
A restless night, couldn’t move:
Physio at 7.20 am
Strapped up with rock tape
Let’s see what Monday brings.
I guess that takes my mind of my cleaner doesn’t it?