My house has been a mess for approximately 2 months.
This was when Bradley stopped sleeping through most of the day.
This was also when I decided to take in every moment with him and cease to do things that are necessary for my well-being... like having a clean house.
You see, I am a clean freak and I like order.
Neither of these things has happened.
This has caused me to feel overwhelmed.
Then, I came up with an awesome solution to make all parties happy. Hire a maid.
We'd get her to come once a month and just help me with the vacuuming, dusting, windows, and baseboards.
And it would only be until Bradley turned 1.
And, trust me, necessary.
So my quest began.
Immediately, I got the names of two highly recommended maids. One wouldn't return my calls and one scheduled a cleaning and then didn't show...
So I just figured third times the charm.
Maid number three wouldn't answer her phone and had no answering machine.
Was I deterred in my quest?? Nope. I continued on... with fervor.
We were starting to name the dust mites so I was getting more and more desperate.
Maid number four was completely booked.
And then came number five.
I scheduled her immediately... on the first call. Call me stoked!
And then she called me at 1 a.m.
And then she called to cancel.
Really not cool.
In case you are wondering, here's the scorecard.
Maids = 5 Me = 0
Yes, I am taking this as a sign that God wants me to clean my own darn home.