So, remember when I was lamenting the organization, cleanliness, and order of my life, specifically my home? How I looked into getting a personal organizer, a cleaning lady, a Feng Shui expert? (OK, so I didn't actually look into Feng Shui, but I would have if you had told me it would make my messy life non-messy.)
Well, I got a cleaning lady. And I love her. No, really. I LOVE her. That four-letter word barely even begins to describe my feelings for my cleaning lady.
She comes once a week, and in the first month, suddenly our home was sparkling, organized and clean. I could see my kitchen counters again. Clothes were in drawers and not folded in piles all over the room, anymore. I could open the doors to my dining room and know that cat fur wouldn't accumulate to irreversible depths on the chairs and rug. And all this came at a time when I needed it most. I can't even think of the disaster that would inevitably have been my house right now had our lovely N not been coming once per week.
There is nothing quite like walking through your front door after a long, hard work week to an immaculate home. NOTHING. Not even a good poop. I tell you, it is bliss.
Why I never did this before, I shall never know. Silly, stupid TCIE! But now I have seen the error of my ways, and my cleaning lady is here to stay.