I've got a terrible dirty secret and I need to confess. I've been paying a woman to clean my house. She's been doing it since November, but it just never seems the right time to mention it.
Then a friend said that she'd noticed I was talking about housework less in my blog and I knew I had to come clean (so to speak).
It's the most wonderful thing ever, I get genuinely excited about coming home to a clean house on a Monday. I make the whole family tidy up on a Sunday. It's no longer my burden and I feel liberated.
How I reconcile this with my feelings of guilt about paying another woman to clear up my sh*t is confusing. Like any number of guilty transactions (clothes from Asda, imported apples etc). And for that matter, why do I still see it as 'my' sh*t not 'ours'.
I've also (obviously) stopped adding to my jars of dirt and dust from the house, so that piece of work is on-hold until further notice. Which also makes me happy.
