I’m not cleaning my house ever again

We recently made the completely outrageously over-the-top decision of hiring a cleaner. She started today.

The house is all sparkly with no effort on my part. You’ve GOT to be happy about that. And then I realised, I’m never going to mop the floor or clean the bathroom… ever again. Can you imagine my glee?

She does things on a regular basis which I, till now, have done on a somewhat loose schedule. I’m a tidy person, I’m just not keen on scrubbing of any sort. Whenever we have guests over there is always a mad dash of dusting (dusting???!!!), mopping and scrubbing – well beyond the usual weekly fare. At the end of this 2 hour chaotic scramble, we always stand back and survey the glory of this shimmering, crisp abode and swear to each other that this time we’ll keep it up. Yeah, right.

And now, I’m… I’m glowing with happiness… now I can stand back and survey the glory EVERY week without getting my hands wet. God love this country!!! My heart is effulgent… yes, effulgent.