You didn’t see that coming, did you?
Well, I was just as blindsided by getting SICK again, a mere two days after fully recovering from what seemed like a year-long cold. So the blog posts? They are not exactly pouring forth.*
Thank God for Gus.
But let me backtrack a bit.
I recently hired a cleaning service. Why? you ask. Why would a usually healthy, physically fit, capable, independent, liberated, “can-do” woman like JD need help with ANYthing?
Well, first, let’s examine the research:
Top 5 Reasons People Hire a Cleaning Service
- I am too busy.
- I am physically incapacitated.
- I have small children, which makes it difficult.
- I could never get my house as clean as a professional service.
- I am selling my home and need it to look perfect.
Aaaand! Reason number 6, courtesy of JD:
I . . . just . . . don’t . . . wanna.
There. I said it. What everyone else has been wanting to say for years. I just don’t wanna clean my house. It’s gross. Cleaning is hard. I suck at it. Our vacuum cleaner is heavy and unwieldy. Those dustrags never seem to really pick up all the dust. Pledge makes me sneeze. It just gets dirty again anyway. Cleanliness is NOT next to godliness—isn’t goodliness next to godliness? Anyway, I realize no one likes to clean, but I really, REALLY don’t like it, to the point that I just . . . don’t.
But finally something had to be done. And not by me. So, I Googled and Epinion’d and found The Maids, a fairly pricey but seemingly reputable company that promised a crew of four cleaners that would clean my house in about an hour and a half for roughly the price of two 90-minute massages. YES!
Now, our house is pretty neat (don’t look in the closets!) but there are some problem areas. And you know how important it is to win the approval of four total strangers who are accustomed to all manner of dirt and mess and possibly even biohazardous spills but who nevertheless may judge me for having a 2-inch-thick layer of dust on my dining room table.
I told you those dustrags never get all the dust. And I couldn’t bear the thought of those nice cleaning ladies laughing and sneezling (typo, but it stays) because of my horrifying table. So, what do I do when I need a quick but thorough dusting job?
Click below to watch:
(Please turn down the volume. Gus does his job in total silence, but the construction workers next door do not.)
Thanks to Gus, I was able to get the table in tip-top condition for these very pleasant and professional cleaning ladies who obviously could’ve cared less whether or not my stupid table was dusty. One look at my grime-encrusted stove was enough to convince them to put on their heavy-duty gloves and face masks. No amount of Gus could help with that.
After a little over an hour and a half, our house was a sparkling gem. You could eat off the floors, which Gus promptly did when I fed him numerous treats for his stellar performance. Because, you see, in addition to dusting my table, Gus kept me company as I cowered in the basement, listening to the cleaning ladies laugh and sneezle.
*Thanks also to Kathy for getting me out of my slump!