I had someone come in to clean my house today (Thanks Beth!).
It was a surreal experience.
I mean, don't get me wrong, she was great: thorough, professional, accommodating of Toddler J's endless fascination with her supplies, able to work around two different nap schedules, etc. But I couldn't help but feeling like an imperialist. I'm sure I'll get over this once the novelty has worn off, but for today I felt like I was a plantation owner or an aristocrat or something, which was an odd feeling.
I know I'll get over this sensation, however, because my slight discomfort will be overrun by my glee at having a spotless house! It's amazing! I could eat off my floors. My master shower has never been so clean (even after my mother slaved over it, since this woman has some sort of magic cleanser in which I think I should by stock). My baseboards are visible. My son's rooms smell like flowers. The dust has vanished. I am really in shock. And she gets to come back again next week!
Having everything clean makes it seem like I could now tackle projects like finishing our padded headboard or actually putting some art up on our walls. I know, we've only lived here for coming up on three years. I suppose we could act like we are homeowners!