So I gave up my housecleaner three weeks ago. Again. Jan 1 to be exact. What do you ask could possible convince me to perpetrate this on myself? I want to go to Italy. Bad. Actually I want to go ANYWHERE I can get a stamp in my passport. I got my passport in 2000 so I could apply for Survivor. Obviously this was pre-child, pre-sanity and 20 some less pounds ago. Now everyday is Survivor. I'm just not on television which you'll agree is a good thing if you've ever seen me after several days of hiking (again, another life ago).
I chose Italy because I love Italian food (hence the 20 plus pounds, well maybe a few brownies and cheesecake also contributed to some of that). Either way, I've never met an Italian dish I didn't like. Well except anything florentine which I discovered the hardway means with spinach. Sneaky.
I asked Bryon if he wanted to go and gave him the right of first refusal before I asked my friend Dawn. Bryon said he'd rather go on a big hunt somewhere. Hmmm, sitting in the cold for hours and hiking up and down thousands of feet of hostile terrain or eating something cheesy in an Italian Piazza...it's a hard call for me. Dawn and I plan to go the summer of 2010. Soooo, I'm trying to save enough money for the trip. Housecleaning costs me $100 a month. Something had to give.
The problem with cleaning the house myself is many. First of all, it never really feels clean . I'm randomly going around cleaning something here or there when I have a moment but rarely an entire room or let alone the entire house at once AND Grace or "someone" is constantly going around behind me making another mess: toys, animal bedding tracked in, catfood hawked up, something all the time and it NEVER ENDS. I just have to keep going to my happy place.
I think it might be in Italy.