That phenomenon that women have that makes us all clean for the cleaning lady is crazy, but it is a necessary evil.
I want our cleaning lady to mop my floors, clean my bathroom, clean my kitchen, and dust. I don't want her spending her time picking up our toys, sorting my crap on my kitchen counters, or doing the dishes, etc.
I split my cleaning lady with my mom every two weeks, so once a month we each get her.
Last night we had a whirlwind of a day, but managed to get it all done:
4:00 - end work/school pickup
4:00 - 4:40 - homework for the eldest
4:40 - 5:40 - Physical therapy for the eldest/dinner for the twins (cheese sandwiches & grapes)
6:00 - 6:45 - Soccer practice
6:30 - 7:30 - Eldest School open house (ME only)
7:00 - 8:30 - Twins School open house (Wonderful Husband, then I'll join up)
7:00 - 8:30 - Grandma brings the kids home from soccer, gets them ready for bed
8:45 - Wonderful Husband and I home, pizza and beer in hand
When my mom was leaving my house and I looked around at the clutter and chores in every room of my house, she understood and happily accepted my request to have the cleaning lady go to her house instead of mine. I simply did not have it in me to even pick up all the stuff and throw it into a laundry basket to get it out of the way.
Maybe in 6 weeks, when it is my turn for the cleaning lady again, I will have things straight. Here is for HOPE!
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