You are aware that my housekeeping skills can gently be construed as “sub-par.” We did not have anyone helping us clean the house after we moved, because there didn’t seem much point when the house was so terrifyingly hoarders-esque and we were trying to save money.
A couple of weeks ago, Husband finally reached a breaking point and decided he needed to bring in the big guns. I found two women that clean houses for some other families in our neighborhood and they agreed to take on our house. Yes, I realize we are very fortunate to be able to have help in this way.
The kind ladies agreed to clean our house before seeing it, which was clearly a genius move on my part, as this was the only way to convince someone to take the job.
When they walked in to clean for the first time, here are a few of the things they were overheard saying:
“Dear Sweet Lord.”
“Lord have mercy.”
“You really want us to clean in there?”
“Are you sure you want us to clean in there?”
“Don’t you have a broom?” [Well, we had one. It was hot pink. But you know what happened to that.]
“Good luck, honey.”