I didn’t get the gig, so I’m bummed. And relieved. More bummed than relieved. Cause that means more typing. But that’s good cause that’s how I can pay for my cleaning lady. Relieved cause I didn’t have to cancel the job or worry about if I had to work 12 hour days. Bummed cause I would have loved to work those 12 hour days on set.
Wow, I can’t believe something as simple as a clean house makes me so happy…. well, it’s because I didn’t have to do it. That’s the part that makes me happy. For the first time since childhood, the bathrooms are clean and I didn’t have to do it. She was here 3 hours, poor woman, and she didn’t even really finish. I told the cleaning woman to skip the office (I was in it trying to get stuff done while the baby napped).
Luckily, Juno was off on her adventure hike, she might not have tolerated her canister vacuum. As it was she arrived home before she left and had a stare down with it in the hallway.
Apparently, I haven’t dusted in a while. I also noticed that we have a lot of extraneous bits of paper and this and that everywhere. You know what that means, I have to start throwing things out and organizing the random phone numbers and spare parts. She wants to regrout the 2nd bathroom. That’s how bad it was. I think it’s a good idea to have her in for a thorough clean every now and again though. It’s amazing how much stress was taken off my shoulders. I could actually spend time with the kid and not feel like I had to be rushing around trying to get everything done before hubby came home. As it was I was doing laundry for 2 solid days. I had been up til late the night before transcribing notes, so I was pretty tired. Hubby was pretty tired himself when he came home, but he was on baby duty for a few hours while I cooked dinner and continued working. Welcome to my world, honey. Ah, sweet.
I highly recommend the occasional cleaning assistance if it’s in your budget and you’re running ragged. Good for the soul.