I cleaned the toilets today. I can count on one hand the amount of times I've cleaned toilets in this house since we moved here. I can't say I'm proud of how few times I've cleaned them... well, yes I can. Swan usually comes twice a week and cleans her sweet heart out. Sadly (for me) she is in India on vacation for another 3 weeks, and brilliant me, decided not to hire anyone while she was gone. Clearly not one of my better ideas.
There are a few key benefits of living overseas; one of them being the opportunity to have inexpensive hired help. I'm a big fan of hired help. I'll gladly pay for someone to come in and clean my home - specifically my bathrooms and kitchen so that I don't have to.
I enjoy coming home to a clean, fresh smelling house with no visible dog hair, and endless vacuum marks on the carpet. I love walking into my kitchen and having sparkling counter tops and wiped down appliances. I heave a sigh of relief that all I have to do is wash my clothes, and Swan neatly folds and places them in piles so all I have to do is put them away.
At the end of the month, the most work that I want to be doing is opening up Matt's wallet to pay for the help. But alas, for the next 3 weeks you can find me in grubby clothes vacuuming, scrubbing, and cleaning toilets. Did I mention how much I miss Swan?