I need a maid.
There’s been no truer statement…in theory.
However, the reality of my 10-year existence
of living by myself is that each time I hire a maid, I end up paying her to motivate me to
clean. You know, the day before I know
she’s coming I clean the heck outta my house / apartment to alleviate those
potentially awkward “What would the maid think?” moments.
Then I essentially pay her for, what exactly?
*sigh*
So, let me re-think this – I don’t need a maid. I need someone to pretend to be a maid and schedule regular stop-ins at my place once a week...just enough to off-set my Tasmanian devil tendencies.
Soooo...whatever you call that person, I need one of those.
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