Sad Times...

OK, I am admitting that I miss my Not-that-Great housekeeper.


She really wasn't that great. She never moved anything to clean behind it, or under it. But every Friday afternoon (except when she would cancel) I would come home to a (kinda) clean house. It at least looked clean. And sometimes, that's enough people, just the image of clean. And yes, I realize that I was totally not dealing with the reality of the faux cleaning...


Until now.


When I Swiffered under the end table and came out with...Well, it was just gross, and for your benefit, I'll leave it there.


We bought those end tables 4 months ago, and I can truly say that I am SURE that they have NEVER been cleaned under, until now.


So, All this to say that for some reason, I am still mourning the loss of the Not-that-Great housekeeper.


Because at least when she was still coming, I could live in my fantasy world where my house was perfectly cleaned every week. I could ignore the fact that I could see dust piles accumulating in corners that were seldom used, and assume that she'd get to those the next week.


Now I live in reality land, where I am cleaning my own home, and finding the piles of dust bunnies that the Not-that-Great housekeeper never cleaned.


I keep trying to tell myself that I feel SO much better about my home now that I know it's being cleaned the RIGHT way, by Me.


Yeah...