Tuesday....the cleaning lady comes...

The other day my boyfriend (yes, I call him that now!) went into the garage to get a soda out of the icebox. He came back in and said I was living in squalor. SQUALOR!! Now not that I'm sensitive or anything, or feel overwhelmed just in the everyday nuances of feeding, bathing, and dressing 2 children,working full-time, taking care of house, dealing with a foreclosure, etc, but I started crying. Ok, not big fat alligator tears, more like, oh my, is this my life, tears.

So...there might be a bit of truth in his statement; but the truth hurts. I haven't unpacked all the boxes in the garage from my move since the "split with the ex- husband". Well, maybe that's not exactly true, I've unpacked them a little, bringing the stuff I needed into the house and leaving the rest strewn about the garage. OK point in case, my daughter just came into the office (I am not making this up!) with a pyrex measuring cup, a coffee cup, a box of tile grout, a random key, one quarter, two rolls of Christmas wrapping paper and the tassel from my high school graduation. I am not kidding, this really, really did just happen. Again, the truth hurts.

On a similar note, it was probably just a week or so ago that I finally brought in my engagement ring and wedding ring from the garage (they were sitting in a box of un-needed bathroom supplies!)

So more about the squalor of the garage..maybe the cats did poop in the garage AND maybe I hadn't quite had a chance to clean it up before he went into the garage. AND maybe there was a bag or two of trash and recyclables that had not quite made to the street YET. But I wouldn't quite say squalor.

Maybe, now in retrospect, squalor might be an accurate adjective....Mind you I said maybe!

A discussion of my inability to accept help ensued. He had offered me several weeks ago to hire a cleaning lady to come and do a solid cleaning of the house. I never called the woman. It's just weird. I don't know, I feel weird about him paying for someone to clean my house. He says its the least he can do. He says he knows I'm overwhelmed with so many other things, let him do this for me...and still I don't call. WHAT is wrong with me!??!?!? So after his journey into the garage, he made the call and she is coming Tuesday at 9 am. Oh shit, I'm going to have start cleaning soon so the house is not a total embarrassment when she shows up! I let you know how operation clean house goes.