Wednesday afternoon and Thursday morning are always a bit of a scramble, as we do a house-wide tidy up in preparation for the cleaning lady. The process is sometimes a little painful.
But.
When I come downstairs after the cleaning lady has been and gone, and look around...
... at a crumb-free, dust-free, sticky-greasy-smear-free, shredded-bits-of-cat-scratching-post-free, all-toys-away kitchen and living room ... a living room and kitchen (and rest of the house) that I did not have to scrub or mop or wipe myself ... well, it's bliss. Bliss bliss bliss.
... at a crumb-free, dust-free, sticky-greasy-smear-free, shredded-bits-of-cat-scratching-post-free, all-toys-away kitchen and living room ... a living room and kitchen (and rest of the house) that I did not have to scrub or mop or wipe myself ... well, it's bliss. Bliss bliss bliss.
Even if all the money I earn went solely to pay for the cleaning, I'd do it.
And each and every week I take a good long moment to soak it all in.
Because it doesn't last for long.
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