As you may have seen from my excited Tweets, I finally hired a maid to clean my apartment. Coming home to a spotless apartment today – that I didn’t clean myself! – was absolutely wonderful. I have no idea why I didn’t do this sooner. I hate cleaning. I really only ever gave my apartment thorough cleanings if I knew I was having company; otherwise, I wandered around, listlessly wiping counters until I was all-too-easily distracted by someone IMing me on G-chat or commercials for hair color (which would obviously make me need to go out and buy hair coloring IMMEDIATELY) or the need to catch up on my Thursday night sitcoms or walking to the coffee or homework or anything. I just really am bored by cleaning.
I think I always felt that hiring a cleaning person was too extravagant, when it was something that I am capable of and really should have enough discipline to do myself, and also, I kind of figured that the cleaning people would make fun of all of my stuff, which made me paranoid. But, you know, now my apartment is clean, and maybe they made fun of my stuff, but I think I’m okay with that.
See, I’m totally the opposite. I love cleaning, and it puts me in such a good mental place. For me the key was always to do it first thing on a Saturday morning, when I was fresh and had energy – coming home from a long day of school or work and then cleaning house isn’t going to be fun for anyone.