Today marks the beginning of a new indulgent lifestyle I'm leading. I have some help cleaning the house. And by "help," I mean someone else is doing it. "Help" kind of implies they are assisting me do the work, but here I am - macbook on my lap. Before she started, I manipulated her into lying to tell me she's cleaned grosser houses than mine.
The funny part is my kids. Simon is sitting outside the bathroom with a snack, watching her like it's a show. Talya joins him and they sit there and stare as if they've never seen anyone clean a bathroom before. Oh wait...
Simon wanted to know what was taking her so long. I humbly explained that it takes more than 10 minutes if you actually clean everything you're supposed to clean. I can't even wait to see how sparkly my bathroom is. I may start making everyone in the family do their business in a hole out back just so it doesn't get messed up.
Seriously, I should probably pay her double as a babysitter too, because my kids have never been so entertained, and again, here I sit. I'm telling myself she probably doesn't mind because she seems incredibly sweet, and she's getting married this summer, which means she's possibly thinking of having kids, which means it might be good for her to see how it is to clean a bathroom with kids asking you five thousand questions about what you're doing and why and what's that and what's your middle name and how old are you?
I am so spoiled.