A friend of mine recently asked me if I knew of a good maid service in Salt Lake City. This question reminded me of the many times growing up when my mother would yell at me to clean my bedroom in anticipation of our cleaning lady who came to our house every other week. I always thought it was strange that I had to clean up so that a cleaning lady could do her job. Looking back on it, I suppose her job was not really to pick up my dirty clothes off the floor but rather to perform the cleaning jobs that my mother did not normally get to. These tasks included dusting, vacuuming and cleaning the tubs, toilets and showers.
My friend’s inquiry regarding a cleaning service in Salt Lake City also sparked another memory. This memory was more of a feeling than a visual image. Specifically, I recall how awkward I felt whenever the cleaning lady arrived. I always felt like I had to find a place to be other than the room where she was. Even if I was safely in another room there was always the uneasy fear that she would make her way into the room where I was hiding. At the same time I felt like she was judging me. I had a fear that she somehow thought I was lazy because my parents were paying her to clean our house rather than making me do it. I felt this way despite the fact that my mother made me clean up my room before she arrived.
Of course these memories have more to do with my childhood angst than anything this cleaning lady ever did. She was actually a nice older lady as I recall. I am sure she was not actually judging me the way I feared she was. I never told my friend who asked me for a home cleaning service in Salt Lake City about these memories his question inspired. Perhaps he will read this blog post.