I just spent the last 2 hours cleaning my house so that it would be presentable enough for the maid to come and clean my house. That is right. You heard me. My poor behind has a maid. I use Merry Maids and I LOVE them.
I guess I should be happy that my mother's opinion of my housework being subpar has finally paid off because she is the one I was most worried about telling. She agreed that I needed help and that is how this journey began. The problem is that now that another person comes into my house, other than the people who love and accept my foolishness and refusal to match socks out of the dryer, I feel compelled to clean up.
Ridiculous, I know, but it is true. Now I am late for work and can barely type these sentences as I run out of the house.
Love you...bye....
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