Keepin the House.
Between the two of us, Jon and I keep a fairly clean house. Even at its messiest, it’s not that bad. That being said, we have a maid that comes once a week to tidy up. She’s a perk of our Japan trip and certainly not something that we would have under normal circumstances (so stop judging me, okay!).
Anyways. She comes for a few hours during the day on Mondays. As I work from home, I try to make it a point to take lunch around that time or work from a coffee shop, or… something so that I’m out of the house while she’s here. Cause you know, it’s awkward watching someone wash your floor.
For various reasons, I was stranded at home today and had to stick around while she was here. Headphones on and intently staring at the computer screen as I worked, the experience wasn’t nearly as awkward as had I expected it to be. That is, until she started showing me all the gross things she found while cleaning.
A pile of my hair caught in the drain? Why do I need to see that. I’m sorry, I shed.
Gross things you pick up off the floor next to my desk? Okay, I get the point – you think I’m a dirty American princess and you hate cleaning my house. But come on. What’s the point of showing me these things? I *already* do the laundry and most of the dishes in preparation for her getting here.
It’s kind of like when your metaphorical cat goes hunting in the backyard and brings you a freshly killed bird. Like it’s showing you how good of a job it did. Nice kitty, but I still don’t need a dead bird on my doorstep.