It's about time (full circle)

Oh my. This is such a tough topic to discuss online, but, this is my journal, about me, and so hereto I lay down the facts. We need help. Been married almost 25 years, had ups and downs (way more ups than downs), but it's finally come to the point where we need help. We've tried and tried, but now we are at the end of our rope, and are throwing in the towel. We had discussed this a few times, but never really wanted to commit to anything, but opportunity turned around the corner, and fell into our laps. It was because of that, that we decided to go ahead and take the plunge.

Her name is being withheld for privacy, but she is going to be our cleaning lady. I could just scream from the rooftops in joy! We met her yesterday, got introduced through a mutual friend, and we instantly connected. She comes highly recommended, does private jobs as well as some corporate.

I know, I know. How come we can't do it ourselves? Well, we both work, sometimes extended hours. We are both busy outside of work as well, which often leaves us rushed, and with little time for anything else. Also, because we have a summer activity that we totally enjoy, this leaves us little time to really take care of the house. Sometimes even picking up things is a huge chore. This lady will be able to help out every two weeks, to do the things that we can't get around to, but it will be worth it, and I am now so very excited.

Over the past while, various friends and acquaintances have discussed the extra help that they get from ladies who clean houses. They place them in high esteem, and value their services to no end.

So, what are we doing to prepare for the first visit? Picking up, de-cluttering, dusting. The goal is to have the floors clear of stuff so that she can come in and work freely, without having to pick up our stuff. Dusting knick knacks and furniture is still our realm of responsibility, but she can help us with many many other things.

I seem to recall one of my posts where I wrote about how I am a collector. Well, now I seriously have to sit down and evaluate what I really collect, because a lot of this stuff is just gathering moss unto itself. It has to end (or at least get scrutinized and confined.

So wish us luck. This is a new experience for us, and a strange feeling for me, since (a) we have always kept on top of the cleaning (or tried to), and (b) my Mom* always cleaned her own house, while raising me and holding down a job.

And....at least the next time someone drops by, we no longer have to run for the hills in panic, like we usually do.

*Mom is either looking down on me shaking her head in digust, or giving me a big thumbs up. I hope it's the latter.