I finally did it. I broke down and am paying someone to clean my house.
With tax season, my injured shoulder, and just plain LAZINESS, my house is not what I would call clean. Hell, who on their death bed ever said they wished they spent more time cleaning the house and less time doing something FUN and PRODUCTIVE?! Trade skill camping, anyone? :P
When I see these two women march in armed with bags and buckets and mops and bottles, I feel almost intimidated! They are better women than me - they are good at this stuff. And I bet not one of them ever pushed their amorous husband away and said "Honey, shouldn't I pull something from outside?" Everyone handles the sacred water camp boredom differently. *sigh*
It's kind of weird having someone come in your house to clean your things. But when I see them handling my great grandmother's sugar bowl gently - and cleaning around the sink with a toothbrush - I can relax and enjoy the refreshing scent of bleach, grab my coffee, and get back to camping me some sacred water!
With tax season, my injured shoulder, and just plain LAZINESS, my house is not what I would call clean. Hell, who on their death bed ever said they wished they spent more time cleaning the house and less time doing something FUN and PRODUCTIVE?! Trade skill camping, anyone? :P
When I see these two women march in armed with bags and buckets and mops and bottles, I feel almost intimidated! They are better women than me - they are good at this stuff. And I bet not one of them ever pushed their amorous husband away and said "Honey, shouldn't I pull something from outside?" Everyone handles the sacred water camp boredom differently. *sigh*
It's kind of weird having someone come in your house to clean your things. But when I see them handling my great grandmother's sugar bowl gently - and cleaning around the sink with a toothbrush - I can relax and enjoy the refreshing scent of bleach, grab my coffee, and get back to camping me some sacred water!
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