every wednesday we have a lovely lady, steph, come by to clean the condo. she’s flexible in terms of what to do (ironing! changing sheets!), she’s thorough on the things she does (like cleaning and washing), and she leaves me lovely notes every time.
we got her because otherwise i did most of the cleaning, and it lead to a lot of arguments – i wanted tim to help more, he didn’t have the energy, then i was tiring myself out as well. 3 hours a week is NOTHING, but somehow for the two of us everything else takes more priority than cleaning.
so why the HELL do i run around like a tornado every wednesday trying to clean up? the whole point of us getting her is that i don’t stress. thus, i’m sitting here blogging as opposed to unloading the dishwasher. if i didn’t get to it last night, then that’s it.