Currently I am sitting on my couch, in the middle of my family room, as three ladies clean my house in a way it has not been cleaned since I procreated.
I very well might be in heaven right now.
Or high, thanks to the blend of cleaning chemical fumes floating in the air.
I simply could not take the layer upon layer of Cheerio’s dust, the cemented baby cereal coating all surfaces within a six foot range of Lil Diva’s chair, the piles of baby spit up hiding in corners, and the cat hair collecting under the couch.
Threw in the towel. Admitted my absolute failure to be a housekeeper with two toddlers running amok – I’d much rather spend the time with them – plus Lil Diva objected to me being “busy” for too long on any task – whether it was laundry, blogging, cooking, or playing with her brother.
I spent the last three and a half days organizing and de-cluttering my house in preparation for today.
I hired a service to clean – and they’re doing it all – blinds, windows, floor boards…
They’ve been at it for three hours now.
My bathrooms sparkle so much they could be mistaken for Twilight vampires – if they had fangs.
Luckily they don’t.
That would be another blog post entirely.
I need sunglasses to protect me from the glare of the lights – without the shade of the film of dust coating them you can actually see the full wattage.
I might be able to walk on my tiled floor without my feet turning black and sticky.
I could probably eat off of the floor.
At least until breakfast tomorrow.
Who am I kidding – until before bedtime snack tonight. 🙂
Until then, I’m going to savor every second of my clean house.