Confessions of a Dirty Housewife
A couple of years ago I started enlisting the kids in a weekly ritual I like to call The Hour in Which My House No Longer Smells Like Dog and Used Kleenex. I followed up throughout the week with nag-the-children-to-pick-up-their-things-until-mommy’s-saliva-dries-up. But somehow it’s not working. Somehow I am still slightly fearful that I’ll pick up a staff infection from my own bathroom.
I feel guilty. But not because my house is a hot mess. I feel guilty for feeling like I should be able to do it all and not getting help. Because really – when there’s a quarter inch coat of dust that actually changes the color of that lovely glass vase you got for your wedding – when the dust bunnies have turned into a pack of vicious jack rabbits – when there’s stuff in the fridge that you can’t identify – when it’s that bad – you need help.
So a couple of weeks ago I finally broke down and called the woman who used to clean our house. And wouldn’t you know that poor dear was out of work? Providing a regular gig was the least I could do. Besides, now the kids and I can work on the deep detail cleaning more often so as to thwart the landfill-o-crap that threatens to overtake their bedrooms.
As I waltzed through the house on a lavender and Pledge scented cloud of happiness, I felt better. Not just because all the tiny hairs had been whisked away, but because I had a hand in the financial recovery of our nation.
Stimulate the economy: hire a housekeeper.
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by Lela Davidson on April 24, 2009
in Susie Homemaker
I’m too embarassed to have a housekeeper come into my kids bedrooms!
Oh Michelle, me too girl – me too! That’s why we had to spend 8 hours the day before she came cleaning! (See Cleaning the Children’s Suite). I had to clean the bathrooms AND I got down on the wood floor to chase down the especially large dust storms. But it was worth it!
Good for you-getting a clean house & employing the unemployed. Sounds like a win-win to me.
I have to hire one to even move into the house I just bid on, should they accept the offer, because it was disgusting. I plan to have her keep coming back. Now, if I could just find a lawn boy…
Michelle is on to something, I never had the housekeeper venture into the kids rooms. My God, they might be injured by the giant piles of kid gradoo and sue me!
I need to take a long look at our budget (stimulating the economy makes you a patriot!) and see if I can get our cleaners back. Even 2x a month.
A patriot….. yes, I’m a regular Harrison Ford. Yes, twice a month -at least for a little while – or once a month even! It’s such a happy, happy day!
ooohhh – a lawn boy? That is a whole other kind of happy, not to mention a completely different sort of stimulus package!