Monday, 2 March 2009
This is one of my favourite photos ever. It's Max and Daddy, taken in 2003 when Dave was building our house. Max and I would come and visit and bring coffee for everyone. I love the look of happiness in Dave's face ... and I still have that hat that Max is wearing. Max was the most divine, beautiful little baby. I'll have to dig out some of his baby pics, as him and Rocco are very alike.
It took over a year to build the house .... it's BIG! A big, showpony house. Dave's dreamhouse, something he had been working towards for many years. I have just been taken along for the ride!
I've been known to apologise to people when they walk in the door, gobsmacked by the beauty and surroundings. I get embarrassed, that we dare to live in something so grand. Ashamed, that I ever complain about ANYTHING.
I've never aspired to be a mortgage person ... it just happened. Some people were funny about it, when we finally did the big move from the shitbox rental house to here. I could always tell who ... they would usually just look around silently, then say something like .. "Well, you've got your work cut out for you. It's a big house to clean!"
Speaking of which, my sister Linda's baby gift to me was a house cleaner. The god-damn bliss of it.
The haters were right ... it is a PRICK of a house to clean. Especially when nameless males in the house (TIM) scrunch up empty cardboard toilet rolls and toss them in the corner.
It took a while, to get used to the cleaner. I felt SO mortifyingly guilty. Her first ever clean here, I kept offering her cups of tea, and lunch, and ... "My husband has cancer and my sister paid for a cleaner." Inappropriateness, thy name is Eden.
She still comes, once a fortnight. I'm used to her now. My God she works up a sweat cleaning this prick of a house. I don't feel guilty anymore .... ice is totally broken. Last week, I even stood there, in the kitchen, laughing to her as she swept up the mountain of crusts under the high chair. "Do you just think, man, what filthy slobs!"
She smiled, and diplomatically said, "Oh, well .... it's great that you keep me in a job!"
I stood there laughing, one leg cocked on my kitchen table, dressed in gym clothes.
Just like a stuck-up mole.
Posted by eden riley at 22:33