This Thursday, Teichert will be four weeks old- which means that for one whole month, my toilets were not cleaned. Don't get me wrong, I've kept the house pretty tidy but I HATE cleaning bathrooms. So to reward myself for having survived the first month of being a mother to both Booker and Ike, I hired a cleaner.
Anyone who knows me well, knows that I am a bit of a neat freak. I have a VERY low tolerance for mess (just ask any of my college roommates), which I attribute to having had live-in maids my whole childhood. So last week I called Brighten Your Life Cleaners and arranged to have them come brighten my life and my house. For days, I looked forward to this appointment with both excitement and nervous guilt. What if they don't clean they way I like things cleaned? What if they judge me by the state of my toilet bowls? I almost cancelled several times feeling too guilty, too extravagant, too lazy. But I'm so glad I didn't!
I have a feeling Clark is going to come home and won't even notice a difference, but I certainly do. No more mold in the shower, dust on the ceiling fans or toddler sized footprints on the wall. Its heavenly. Forget flowers or chocolates. Husbands, just arrange to have the house cleaned every once in while and you'll have a happy and more relaxed partner.
Its too bad my mother's guilt would never allow me to enjoy a service like this one. For now, I'll have to settle for being my own Night Nanny and just indulge by getting a cleaner every once in awhile.