Elissa has inherited the ability to clean. She is the Cleaning Queen Elizabeth, age 16 months today. Vacuuming with the Dust Buster is a favorite activity and she’ll take any rag and wipe up the floor with it.
Yes I once was paid $6.10 an hour to clean 52 toilets a day, sweep, wash and wax floors, vacuum, dust, run an industrial carpet cleaner, put away linens and laundry at a small town nursing home. Plus there are a lot of accidents and spills at a nursing home that “environmental services” aka housekeeping are the ones being paged to mop and disinfect. It was not inspiring work for me. But from that work, I know how to clean. I can really clean. But those of you close to me know it is not something that keeps me up at night. And I will gladly admit that I have Cleaning Princess Dianna comes to my house a couple times a month to make my floors and bathrooms shine. Less time for me cleaning equals more time with my family. An easy trade off.
So…the inherited ability to clean? I am going to go with Grandma Carol. It skipped a generation. Nathan was the carrier of the cleaning gene. Not I. My dad used to tell me to “put a little elbow grease” into my cleaning chores. With a lot of whining and complaints I would get my chores done. Elissa maybe inherited some of that Lukens elbow grease too…with out the complaints…yet.