People who know me well know that I'm not the world's most passionate house keeper. I'm not a horrible slob, but I prefer to organize rather than clean. And when things get hectic at work, the housework suffers.
So, this week, I did something I have never done before. I hired a cleaning service.
The house was in need of a good clean up before the accident, and as you can imagine, I really haven't had the time or desire to mop my floors. And while the three cats are a comfort to me when I am at home, they work very hard in my absence, shedding and tracking dirt around on the floors. I needed help.
Unfortunately, this help arrived at 7am, while I was still asleep. I don't know who was more startled, me or them. They apologized and told me that they would be back later in the day. (This cleaning service does Berkeley Rep's artist housing once the apartments are vacated. I don't think they are used to finding anyone at home.)
I came home today feeling as tired as I have been through this whole experience, and had the pleasure of discovering an imaculately cleaned home. It was the nicest thing I've done for myself since this all happened.