I'm sure my mom would have rolled her eyes at me, if she was alive, to hear I hired someone to come help clean my house. I don't care. I have no pride when it comes to asking for help. I think it's money well-spent and I should do it more often; hire someone that is. I hate housework. The thought of being a full-time housewife makes me shudder. There is hardly anything domestic about me except that I live in a house. I hear other women, when asked what they did last weekend, say "oh, I went to the movies and did housework". Really? I don't get it.
Listen, my house is not filthy. You need to know this. It's dusty, and sometimes the dishes pile up. As a matter of fact, there is a big pile in the sink right this minute from the fury of cooking from yesterday afternoon. We cooked curried fried rice and a double batch of Speedy Oatmeal Cookies before we ran off to the Gratitude Banquet last night. We stayed after dinner and helped clean up the church hall, which got us home about 11:30. I actually know people who would have had to wash the dishes before they could get a good night's sleep. We're not those kind of people. I did not inherit that gene. Neither did Gene, apparently.
I bought an iRobot Roomba vacuum cleaner about this time last year. I love "her". Her name is "Ruthie". I have a friend who recently bought a Roomba after I had been selling the virtues of it to her. I saw her yesterday and asked her how she liked it. Her eyes actually lit up when she started talking about her Roomba. "I totally get it", I told her. If I had to give up everything in my house, "Ruthie" would be the last to go. With two animals shedding hair and dander, I don't know how I lived without the Roomba.
I'd love to have a full-time housekeeper but that's not going to happen. In the meantime, I'll treat my friend very well today, who is taking time out of her Sunday to come help me tidy up my place before the kids get her. Shari is my hero today.
Just so you know, I'm not going to ask her to clean my bathrooms. Ick. I'll do my own bathrooms. And my bedroom is off limits too. Okay, well, those dishes in the sink are calling me. "Suuuuuusssssaaaaannnn". I hate it when they start talking.