I don’t care about Disney lying about my Prince Charming. I’m more upset about forest creatures and their unwillingness to clean my house.
The cleaning lady came today and I couldn’t be happier. Leslie and I got home late (after playing “home bingo” and winning a cat pillow and a package of Halloween Oreos) to a house that smelled fresh and clean. With a light bleach-y scent, and it looks great.
Cleaning is hard work, and hardworking maids visit some pretty nasty locations. Our small condo is anything but “nasty,” but it is cluttered. Our cleaning lady is the ideal solution for keeping our home clean at all times without the hassle of cleaning it ourselves. Having a cleaner isn’t for everyone, but chores could be a significant source of stress in our life—or just a huge time suck.
She comes every other week, and the house is spotless. It feels so good to come home to a clean house and just relax. I know that it seems like an extravagance, especially when I’m unemployed, but I think our cleaning lady is worth every single penny. And I will delay my Starbucks treat if it means saving my sanity.
Anyone who has time to clean is not reading nearly enough.