I want someone else to clean my house.
There, I said it.
It’s pretentious, I know, but as I walked through the door today and for the billionth time asked myself where does this mess come from when no one is ever here?, I was seriously considering it. I don’t know how a person barely home enough to sleep six hours and shower can leave the remnants of a tornado behind. I hate the thought of house cleaning but since I can’t actually justify the cost of someone else doing it, I suffer through it. Wah, wah, wah.
As I scrubbed the toilet, I began thinking about what it might be like if we placed personal ads for housekeepers.
WANTED: SWF seeking reliable housekeeper for LTR. Must love dogs but even more, love cleaning up the spots they leave behind. Must not be afraid of commitment, especially when vacuuming around the edges. Must have a love for life and all the hospital corners and lemon fresh toilets it entails. I want to gaze into your eyes and know you’ve Pledged the coffee table better than it’s ever been before. If this sounds like you, write soon so we can begin our life of eating off the floor together!
I just know my housekeeper is out there somewhere, waiting for me!
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