At what point am I supposed to hire a housecleaner? Does everyone have one but me?
I manage to wipe down the main gross areas of the house about every other day. But then I find dust bunnies, truthfully, that are bigger than my hand. I've never been one of those people comfortable having strangers (ie, someone other than me, The Rabbit or The Prince) in my home. Even when we had a babysitter/nanny I never got completely comfortable with her being around. And so the idea of someone touching my stuff every week to clean makes me feel edgy. (Yes, I am sure there are prescription drugs that can help me with this.)
But then I walk into friends' homes. Counters are wiped down. One week of recycling is not sitting in plastic bags next to their front door. There are no empty toilet paper rolls sitting on the medicine cabinet. Beds are made. Their houses reek of confidence, like those moms who sigh dramatically on the playground and then complain they only made it to the gym 3 times this week.
For the past few years I've tried to front as if to say, "Hey, it's my messy house, who cares?" I'm caring.