In my opinion, one of the greatest inventions of the 20th century was the Pledge Grab-it. Y’all know what I’m talking about, those little electromagnetic cloths that catch all the dust? Some people use the Swiffer version, but they all serve the same function of getting dust and dirt off your floor that is barely visible to the naked eye.
We have all wood floors and I have a child and a husband that like to play in the dirt, so needless to say my floors get dirty. I sweep in the kitchen once a day since that’s our biggest high traffic area. Then, after I sweep, if I really want to give the floors that extra something special, I will use the Grab-its.
I know that everyone is on the edge of their seat to see where this post is going.
We have a housekeeper that comes every other week. I realize that I am blessed to have someone to clean my house twice a month, and truly I am grateful for those Fridays that I know the house will be really clean through no effort of my own. It’s like a little present all wrapped up with a big bow.
She is actually more like a member of the family, seeing as how she is the same housekeeper that P’s mama has used since he was a little boy. In fact, at this moment, she cleans P’s mama’s house, his sister’s house, Mimi and Bop’s house and my house.
We like to keep it all in the family.
Anyway, every other Friday, Cata shows up, drinks her coffee, listens while Caroline talks her ear off and then starts cleaning the house. Here is where the problem lies.
Cata is a Grab-it-aholic.
She opens up the first pack at 8 a.m. and by 8:45 has burned through it like she’s in a race to rid the world of all electromagnetic dust cloths. By 10:15, another stash of Grab-its has literally bit the dust and at 11:00, she’s asking me to go to the store to buy more Grab-its.
Cata has a fever and the only cure is more Grab-its.
My home is not that dirty.
No one’s home is that dirty.
I’m afraid Cata is giddy with the dust wielding power of the Grab-it and it’s time for us to take a step back and re-evaluate our cleaning arsenal. At this rate, we’re not going to be able to afford to keep her because keeping her supplied in Grab-its is taking a huge chunk of our savings, and if we’re going to be blowing through money like that, it needs to go to a good cause, like new summer sandals.
However, since I am such a confrontational person, I haven’t had the nerve to just say no. Cata asks me for the Grab-its and I continue to be an enabler. But it’s got to stop.
I asked P’s sister if she has had a problem with Cata’s Grab-it abuse and she said no, because at her house Cata became all strung out on the Windex wipes. Her advice was to hide the Grab-its in a secret spot, which has helped her cure Cata of the Windex wipe addiction.
At this point, I’ll try anything. I’ve just got to get her down to one pack a day.