Maid in Dover

I have finally reached a point in my life where I can afford to have someone come in and clean my house. I don’t like cleaning unless I am having a particularly hyped up day and decide to mess the house up as much as I can just so I can clean it up. (This is extremely helpful when trying to clean a closet.  Just saying.)

I got a recommendation for a company called “The Maids”. I kind of figured I wasn’t allowed to say the word maid anymore and I would need to say housekeeper or housecleaner or Vice President of Dusting Services.  But if they can call themselves maids, can I?

The woman on the phone when I called was super friendly and was very eager to get started.  She asked me a lot of questions and truth be told, I felt a little dirty answering them. Who am I to ask some other people to clean my house? I don’t even ask myself to do it.

I told K that she was not allowed to clean for three days until they came because I wanted it as dirty as possible. I caught her dusting the dining room table this afternoon so I quickly nipped that in the bud. She also couldn’t contain herself and she poured bleach in the toilet. She doesn’t want them to think we are dirty people. I could care less if they think that. I am going to spill popcorn kernels all over the floor tomorrow night and for sure leave toothpaste all over the sink.

She let me know that they would get on their hands and knees to clean the bathroom and a team of four would be there to take care of the house and in return I responded “Ok. Perfect.” Does that make me a snob that I want other people to get on their hands and knees to clean my bathroom? Does it make me lazy that I don’t wan to? Or does it just mean I reached in a point in my life where I get to have things like this so I can finally say the words “You know what? I am just too old to do that myself.”

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