Tuesday, June 24, 2008

A testament to my fine housekeeping skills

I guess it says something about the kind of housekeeper I am when I roll out the vacuum cleaner to suck up the goldfish disaster that is my living room floor, and Sam completely flips out. Like my Hoover upright is the scariest monster he's ever seen. Do I vacuum that infrequently that he doesn't know what it is????

It's not that I don't enjoy having a clean house. I do . I just don't enjoy cleaning it! I pretty much wait until a job has to be done before I do it. This is not a source of pride for me, but it's just how I'm wired. Take me or leave me as is, cause June Cleaver I'm not!

My dad, out of sympathy or despair, I'm not sure which, provides me with a little slush fund each month that allows me to hire someone to come in and clean my house weekly, I suppose to help me keep my house from being condemned. Thank goodness!


Anonymous said...

My parents gave me two birthday gifts that could be a bad sign: first, a device to "unpill" your sweaters after they've gone through the wash - do I look that funny during the winter months? - and a carpet cleaner specifically to pick up pet hair - whoa, is it that bad?!

Yeah, I leave the vacuuming, too, but usually just because I forget. (I loooove my Hoover Windtunnel!)

Thankfully, I also received a gift card for my favourite online bookstore. Looks like they do still love me! ;)

Anonymous said...

Do you find yourself cleaning before the cleaner get there so she can do her job?

Micah said...

I think I'm going to send my dad a link to this post. A slush fund sounds right up my alley :)