Maids

I think we have to be done with these maids now. I had wanted to be done two weeks ago, but we determined to give them another chance, having explained again our priorities to them. However, they didn’t really seem to do all that much better of a job on our priority spots, they still rearranged lots of stuff that was already orderly and arranged – and, often, very specifically placed – and they did some additional somewhat invasive ‘tidying’ in which they, again, rearranged all our stuff but let visible dust etc inside the cabinets they rearranged.

They aren’t bad maids. They just don’t do what we need. And they push a few too many of the buttons of my OCD, especially with how it is intensified right now during pregnancy.

So, once my husband pays them, I’ll let them know that we are grateful for their help, but that we won’t be using them anymore.

And I need to go out the rugs out to wash now. The obvious use of not our vacuum and the fact that I know they wear shoes in our bedroom has me freaking out right now about how the rugs for my bare feet next to my bed are not clean.

Ugh.

And I’ll need to wash my feet, because of the OCD freaking me out and not letting me get into bed. Gross. Annoying. Ugh.

Anyway…

God, help us to heal, please, and help us find the help we need right now. Keep my husband safe, please, and our baby. In your name, I pray. Amen.

Post-a-day 2024