Cleaning people

I hate housework. I can ignore dust motes like nobody's business. On my eight months of utopia, paradise, non working experience, I was responsible for keeping our house from falling into an episode of hoarders. I was moderately successful. Visits from the in laws did much to spur the cleaning frenzy along.

Fast forward to my new life where I'm a working drudge again and those 45-50 hours working/commuting plus the additional "get ready" time has dwindled my cleaning time significantly. So Blueman tweaked the finances and we are going to try a cleaning person every other week. Floors and potties to start. Of course I've spent an hour putting thing away before they get here. It's as bad as the threat of an in law visit. That's what it takes to de clutter my house apparently. Heck, imagine what I'd do if it were someone really important!