I gave in and vacummed the whole house today and swept the kitchen floor and am now fighting my urge to clean my bathroom. And not for reasons that most normal people have - like cleaning the bathroom is a crappy job (just stinks?).

The Cleaning Lady is coming tomorrow (thanks again MIL!). My bathroom desperately needs to be cleaned. Good thing The Cleaning Lady is coming, right? Nope . . . I’m feeling an incredible NEED to clean that dang bathroom before she comes, so I don’t look quite so much like a slob. I’m also feeling the need to dust. But why would I dust if the cleaning lady is coming? Well, I’d dust because Mom taught me that you not only have a clean and orderly house every day, but you have an ESPECIALLY SPOTLESS house when company is coming over - you never know who might look through that linen closet or check for dust bunnies under the 8,000 pound sleeper sofa that’s never been moved! And company counts anyone who might happen to drop in . . . cousin, neighbor, coworker, pizza delivery man, UPS man. We never had a cleaning lady other than Mom growing up; so I can only assume that The Cleaning Lady counts as “company”. She’ll see more of this house in detail than any of our real company ever does! So it should be especially clean and orderly when she shows up, right? All of my upbringing also indicates that I should have snackies and drinks available for said company as well. NOW I have to go to the grocery store, too!

I’m fighting the urge to clean the bathroom. And dust. And sweep out the garage . . . ugh, the garage, the place where TCL puts the garbage bags that she empties from the cans! Which, when you think about it, is kind of goofy since the garbage man comes on Monday, so I empty the garbages on Monday . . . how many bags of garbage can one adult and two children create in 24 hours? I hope it’s not as many as pairs of shoes we can wear!

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7 Responses to “I Can’t Fight This Feelin’ Anymooorre”

  1. Pamon 09 Jun 2008 at 8:43 am

    you are too funny! I know you want a clean house for company, but the cleaning lady is there to clean….don’t do it. Step away from the dust rag and bathroom cleaners ;)

  2. Jodieon 09 Jun 2008 at 9:15 am

    I am fighting the feeling . . . I haven’t cleaned ANYTHING else . . . yet . . . I think I could get good at this, maybe too good at this. She might have to start coming more often ;-)

  3. Don Mills Divaon 09 Jun 2008 at 9:26 am

    Do NOT, I repeat do NOT clean that bathroom!…:-)

  4. Debon 09 Jun 2008 at 10:03 am

    Did you learn nothing living with me???? Dave would give anything for me to have one ounce of your cleaning obsessiveness! But again, I am a clutter maniac and get a mind block when I try to put something away. So when it comes time for the cleaning people to come I stress because I have to get stuff put away so they can clean. I completely accept this flaw in my design and my friends have it figured out as well. I overcompensate with good food and lots of alcohol!

  5. Karenon 09 Jun 2008 at 10:12 am

    I love this! I always tease my mother when she picks up for the cleaning lady. She does however leave the vacuuming and bathrooms alone.

  6. Melanieon 09 Jun 2008 at 1:37 pm

    I have a friend who does the same thing- cleans for the cleaning lady. Too funny!

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    http://www.livinwithme.com/2008/06/meme-monday-18/

  7. Shirleyon 09 Jun 2008 at 3:29 pm

    It seems that I am responsible for creating this dilemna for you!!! I am soooo sorry!!! The truth of the matter is…if I had a cleaning lady at this point in my life I would not…would not…would not…clean before she came…and you shouldn’t either!! Just enjoy her and spend your time figuring out how you are going to convince hubby to keep her coming after the MIL’s wonderful gift runs out. Love, Mom

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