Me and My Cleaning Man
When I first met my husband, I brought two significant things to the relationship - a Jeep Cherokee and a fantastic cleaning person.
My husband didn't own a car so a girl that actually had one was very attractive to him.
He also had no one to help him clean his apartment. When we moved in together, I introduced him to Robert. Yes, I had a cleaning man.
Robert and I went way back. During my single days, I would gleefully look forward to the days he came. Every two weeks, he would transform the apartment I shared with two others from a filthy mess into a gleaming home. He was incredibly reliable. And he was so meticulous that he would even straighten picture frames and other items so they lined up perfectly. I appreciated a man who was so detail oriented, showed up on time and never let me down.
Friends were always surprised that I had a cleaning guy instead of a woman. Many of them wanted his number but Robert was booked. He didn't have any availability and I wasn't giving up my spot. (Every other Tuesday morning in case you are wondering.)
Since most of my friends never met Robert, I would insist that he looked like this...
Ah... Brad Pitt 1991.
But between you and me, he really looked more like Chuy from Chelsea Lately...
Robert was a sweet married man with two kids who was great at his job.
And he was loyal. Robert was with me from my single days to matrimony to my first child. But when the suburbs came calling, we had to say goodbye. And yes, I've had many great housekeepers since then (all women) but there will never be another Robert.
This post was inspired by Devious Maids which airs on Sundays 10.9 c