In a Fit of Temper

I came home yesterday after work, 3:30ish to find a man, vacuuming my living room. I looked at him, he was surprised to see me because he didn't hear me over the vacuum, and I shouted "What are you doing in my house and who are you?". In broken English he said "I Patrick - Rosy" and pointed upstairs. Rosy, my house cleaner's brother is visiting from Bolivia, but I was still livid. She's supposed to be done and out by noon and here it was, afterwork for me with my downstairs torn up and she's scrubbing out the shower stall upstairs.

I went upstairs and yelled to her "Rosy why are you still here" and to try to cover over my anger she said "Hello, Missy Joanna" and I shouted again (A little louder) "Why are you still here????" She mumbled something about Claudia's (her daughter) dentist and shopping and running out of time and I said to her "You didn't tell me about this" and she said "I'm sorry I never do this again" (which she's promised many times before). I don't like coming home from a day at the office, tired and wanting to sit, and finding my house all torn up and no place to sit and relax.

I was so very upset I was afraid I'd blow it with my big mouth, so I quickly changed clothes, grabbed my swim suit and went to the Rec Center. I swam for 30 minutes, did 11 laps, which is more than on Sunday, but at least I did it. I'm not sure this is the way to get my exercise in, but it sure beats not going at all.

I got home an hour later and they were gone - the house clean.

I say no more.....

God bless you all