Help

It is obvious to at least some, that at times I need help, the help that a cobalt martini can't offer. With 2 kids and a traveling husband sometimes I just have to take people up on their help to get things done. Today was one of those days- in fact this week is full of aid. But, today is that special icing on the cake that makes your stomach go 2-40-8.
My grandmother was going to help me clean my house. She came armed with mopping solution , although I don't have a traditional mop she seemed not ever to pay attention to that or the fact that I mop E V E R Y night before bed. She also came with garden clippers.
I pleaded that my grandmother's raking and cutting was not helping but instead making things worse on me. She ignored 95% of what I said and instead raked up a new mound for my neighbor cats to crap in. She thought I could place it all in the recycle bin because why?? Where would we be put all the regular weekly recycling? I then explained that the trash/recycling/yard waste pick up was today so not to touch any of that stuff. I don't have time to lug out ripping bags of branches and bushes at 9pm. I have - in my mind- more important things to do. Which is why of course I need the help. Things like bathroom cleaning, vacuuming and getting rid of the toy clutter. None of those things did she help with by the way.
She scrubbed, washed, replaced, retile, rebuilt- well not really but those immigrants are work horses she would've done anything SHE thought was necessary. I think she has a plan and is slowly working through it- like hiding a picture she thinks is inapropraitte while dusting.
Tomorrow my mom is coming to help- now her version of help is opposite- she asks "So what do you need help with?" or "What do you need me to do?" You know like someone you doesn't have an ulterior motive- although she will move pictures and add vases etc. She gets that from her mother- my workhorse grandmother. The immigrants come here and they are workhorses, they have immigrant children and they inherit that workhorse mentality, by the time it reaches the grandchildren- that keep working or will die attitude well-let's just say it's not around so much. But, that also means I probably won't scrub my grand kids screen door track or suggest serving their nap time child a cookie. Here's to hoping!