The cleaning crew is expected any minute now. Two weeks ago they came for the first time and it was chaos. I was overflowing with anxiety before they arrived, trying to make sure everything was clean enough for them to clean. That’s an old trick my mom taught me…many of you may be familiar with it: Clean the house before the cleaning people get here. It’s super fun.
Anyway, I promised myself that I wouldn’t get as anxious this time around. This is my house, afterall, and I am paying them to clean it whether I’m here or not. And I really don’t feel like leaving the house today. It’s just their energy is so chaotic while they are here, all jabbery in Spanish, asking each other if they’ve cleaned such-and-such yet, yadda yadda. Half the time I don’t know if they’re talking to me or not!
I’ve sequestered myself and my dogs in the loft with the intention of staying out of their way whilst also cleaning and reorganizing my desk. But I’ll probably just sit in here and play my new addictive Sims game instead. Whatever.
All I know is they’d better get here soon, get it done and get out so I can move on with my day! Hehehe Anxious much?