As it turned out, I wasn't the only one with chores to do. The cleaning ladies came on Thursday. They come about every two weeks, and I must say, it's magnificent. No one, however, is ever more excited about it than Luke. He follows them around while asking them questions they can't quite understand, or pointing out things he likes in his Thomas the Train catalog. They think it's cute at first, but after being asked, "Wadies, wadies, whatcha doin?" about forty times it becomes a little taxing. I do my best to isolate him in one room of the house while they're cleaning, so they can avoid him and work in peace.
One of the ladies is British, and cute as a button. She could honestly say, "dog turd," and I'd think it was the most charming thing I'd ever heard. She was in the bonus room when Luke escaped his quarantine and ran to talk to her. In his most polite voice he asked, "Wady, whatcha doin' in dat room?" She smiled and, in her sweet Brit accent, responded, "I'm folding your blanket."
Luke answered back, "I can't unnerstand you. Hey Mom, I cant unnerstand her. What's dat one saying?"
"Umm, she said she's folding the blanket, Luke. It's time to go to the store," I lied.
"You go, Mom. I stay here with the wadies."
"I don't think so."
Hope you have a safe and happy Memorial Day!!