A couple of months ago, we broke down and hired a cleaning service to come in on Mondays. The decision was mostly mine: I’d reached a point where the struggle to keep the house clean, to homeschool and to do paid work online were all a bit too much to squeeze into Mommy’s 14-hour day.
As soon as I found out that I have fibromyalgia, I knew we’d made the right decision. I need to start thinking of my energy level as potentially finite, rather than something which replenishes itself daily, since there are most definitely days I feel wiped out even after a good 9 hours of solid sleep.
The nice thing about having someone else do our cleaning: I feel like we’re living in one of those luxury homes on Mondays after the cleaning team has been here. They change our sheets, they do the dusting and a pretty decent job of vacuuming. Oh, and finding the end of the toilet paper folded into a nifty little triangle is pretty fun, too.
Unfortunately with the holidays coming the cleaning team has two Mondays in a row off. Rather than cancel on me, they want to come on Saturday morning.
Which means I now have to decide which is more important: having someone else clean my house or getting to sleep in.
This is a far more difficult decision than it sounds like, folks.
Chubby Mommy 