Grey and I have never had a cleaning lady before, but we finally broke down. I’ve always been able to stay on top of the house chores no problem, and actually, felt almost too proud to hire someone to help me.
However, lately I’ve realized, as I watch Ollie stash Cheerios in the heating vents and dump the contents of his bottle into the DVD player, I need some assistance staying on top of this mess. Not that I work full time, but even writing my column for Washington Life, keeps me busy enough that I’ve had to turn a blind eye to the pig pen we call home. Not to mention the fact that we’re moving and I’m sure prospective buyers wouldn’t look kindly upon hardwood floor that are as sticky as fly paper. Yeah, something tells me that won’t help resale value.
So we hired Monica to come in and tidy up the place. I thought she’d be done in an hour or two since we live in a cozy little townhouse, but no. Monica and her co-worker arrived at 2pm and the two of them cleaned straight through until 7pm! Five hours — of two people cleaning! Either we are even more disgusting hogs than I thought — and our house is just that dirty — or else they are REALLY thorough!