I hired a housekeeper last week.
She’ll be arriving to tame my filth in less than 45 minutes.
Is there anything more humbling than having a gaggle of professionals who chose that profession because they like to clean, wade through your family’s funk?
I’d rather have a pap smear.
It didn’t help that one of my uber-organized friends texted me this morning to “check in” and when I responded to her “How are things going?” with “They’ll be a helluva lot better at 2 after the cleaning crew performs miracles.”, she replied with,
“You get your house cleaned more than anyone I know.”
EXCUSE ME, WHAT?!?!?!?!?
I love this woman, but I could have retorted with multiple sarcastic responses, but I chose
the high road to not engage. Hello, Ms. ‘I go to three different salons for cut, color, and straightening.’ Forgive me if my limited “fun” budget is reserved to tame the grimy.
And I haven’t had my house cleaned since the middle of the summer, thank you very much. I’d hardly say I have my house cleaned often.
Yes, I’m justifying and YES, hiring professional help to do something I feel I SHOULD be able to get a handle on myself brings up a multitude of emotions, but I’ve been driving LaWanda Honda, my faithful Accord for entirely too long, and it would make more sense to save my housekeeping money for a more reliable automobile, but having a clean home to me is right up there with peace like a river, so stick it, dear high school friend. You lived with me. You KNOW my challenges in this department. Leave me be and allow me the joy of
Pine Sol Mrs. Meyer’s Aromatherapeutic Basil-Scented Everyday Cleaner.
Having my house professionally cleaned is my guilty pleasure of the moment, and frankly, I only feel a little guilty.
What about you? What do you pay to have done that you COULD do yourself but really don’t want to?