is Madiha. Now Madiha is not a hidden oasis in the middle of the desert, or the name of one of the pyramids. Madiha is my house cleaner (pronounced Mah-day-ha). She’s this silent cleaning fairy that comes in and makes our house look like no one has ever lived in it. Like this:
Of course the fact that we don’t have our household goods yet probably helps with the “not lived in” feeling, but even without our stuff, these boys can destroy a room in under 60 seconds. Like coming in from outside and leaving a track of black footprints all across the tile floor.
Yes, these innocent faces. They’re really Masters of Destruction in disguise.
But instead of getting mad, I think, “I’m so glad Madiha is coming tomorrow.”
And our kitchen stays sparkly clean. Last night we made hamburgers and today Madiha took steel wool and cleaned every inch of the stove top. It looks like a brand new stove. I wouldn’t have gotten around to cleaning it for . . . (lets just say a very long time). And there was this burned up pan and I didn’t feel like scrubbing it and I thought, “hmm, I think I’ll just let it soak and Madiha will clean it in the morning.”
And laundry. I toss dirty clothes into a basket and they magically return to my drawers and closet. Having Madiha is like having a mom. A mom who only cleans up after you and never tells you what to do.
So what do we do during the day? We play. Take naps. I cook dinner. It’s amazing how my culinary inspiration has returned now that endless cleaning isn’t sucking the life out of me. I don’t have to do anything except feed myself and the kids. And she’d probably do that if I asked her to.
I’m never going to want to leave.