Soooo, I am keeping a secret from my husband. I know I should feel bad about it, but I don't. In fact, I am relishing in my complete genius of it all. What is it?? Well...there is someone else. Yes... someone else... Who? What? Why? Well...
I hired a housekeeper.
Yes, I hired a housekeeper today. She was a Jamaican woman that I met from Care.com. Looking at my house this past week, all the toys that is just EVERYWHERE, the kitchen floor baseboards that looked filthy, the laundry that is LITERALLY a queen sized bed wide, the carpet that has dog hair EVERYWHERE (and my vaccuum has malfunctioned), I just COULD NOT TAKE IT ANYMORE. I needed help. My husband wouldnt have wanted to agree. He loves to spend money on things he feels worth it and I guess he seems to think that I manage just fine. But thing is, I managed doing a half-assed job. Yeah, I can clean the kitchen good enough for the illusion of clean, but I see the baseboards, I see the filthy corners, I see the dog hairs stuck in the rug, I see it ALL. And it drives me insane. So while he is somewhat okay with half ass clean, I wanted a full scale DETAIL. I needed my house detailed from TOP to BOTTOM. And oh man...when I walked in the door, the whiff of bleach and lavender lysol welcomed me. It felt AWESOME. And it looked better than it has looked in such a long time.
So... I am going to continue to see her. At least once a month, of course while my hubby is at work. And I should feel bad about taking all the credit but.... a huge smile on my husbands face when he gets home, a foot massage, wine, and takeout for a hard days work is too awesome to give up :)
This has been a MOMment of Reflection-