brand new addiction
good for health but not budget
Dyson-ing my house
So I paid a nice lady to come clean my house. It’s the first time I’ve ever had someone do that and, uh, IT EFFING ROCKS. When she was done, the dishwasher was on, the floors were clean, there were clean sheets on all the beds, neat piles of toys replacing the previous psychotic melee of toys… it was so awesome.
My bathroom didn’t exactly shine like the top of the Chrysler building, but it was cleaner than I can ever get it, so I’ll forgive her for that. Plus, she did get the soap slime off the glass in the shower, and up until I actually saw the glass clean WITHOUT the use of dynamite, I didn’t know it was physically possible to achieve something so amazing.
I have this feeling now – a feeling much like the one you get when you skip that first class. You tell yourself you won’t skip anymore, but the feeling of freedom, glorious freedom, is too intoxicating. Soon, you’re taking finals and you’ve only been to three classes. This is how it’s going to be with my house. I said I’d only have someone clean it once and then I’d be able to maintain that clean for quite sometime. Hahahahahahaha. No seriously. That’s what I said. But now that a professional has had her way with the place I don’t think I’ll ever be able to go back to my own half-assed ways. If I can make my budget allow it, I’ll have her back every two weeks. I don’t know if my budget will let me, though. It’s known for being quite uptight. [Indeed I am, meez crezy spender. Every two weeks?! You eez not sinking straight, ladee.]
Anyway, yay for people who come clean your house and bring their own supplies and fancy vacuum cleaners! Boo for inflexible budgets with french accents.