As I move around the house, focusing on this pile and neutralizing this stack and discovering this or that unpleasantness in a corner, I wonder if it is all worth it. Maybe I should be doing something more fun with my day off?
The cleaning ladies come tomorrow. The house must meet certain standards before they will dig in. They could reject me, with a curt note and threats of never returning, the check left upon the table. They are A-rated on Angie's list, they don't need my crap.
Oh the excellent feeling I have when I come home from work and the lemony smell of cleaning products swirls out the front door! I skip into the house and wander around in amazement, gazing at the shiny wood floors, the little vacuum attachment marks on the sofas, the crumb-less stove-top, the expanse of wrinkle-free bedspread with neatly propped up pillows. It's worth the uncertainty and waves of doubt the day before.
The next few days I feel so pleased if someone stops in, and sees the glorious condition of my home. At this time, I would say, it is worth it.
Well I have to go, there are plastic containers all OVER the kitchen....
The cleaning ladies come tomorrow. The house must meet certain standards before they will dig in. They could reject me, with a curt note and threats of never returning, the check left upon the table. They are A-rated on Angie's list, they don't need my crap.
Oh the excellent feeling I have when I come home from work and the lemony smell of cleaning products swirls out the front door! I skip into the house and wander around in amazement, gazing at the shiny wood floors, the little vacuum attachment marks on the sofas, the crumb-less stove-top, the expanse of wrinkle-free bedspread with neatly propped up pillows. It's worth the uncertainty and waves of doubt the day before.
The next few days I feel so pleased if someone stops in, and sees the glorious condition of my home. At this time, I would say, it is worth it.
Well I have to go, there are plastic containers all OVER the kitchen....