Domestic Bliss

After thinking about it, talking about it and googling it for years I have finally got a cleaner.
Working full time and traveling twice a month plus studying law and keeping my house tidy and clean is unsustainable. I am great at the tidy part but not brilliant at cleaning. In my defense I am allergic to both dust and bathroom mold. But if I am honest I just hate cleaning. I am good if I am in the mood but I am not in the mood very often.

So my wonderful husband organised a cleaner to come once a fortnight for the very reasonable price of $49. I think that is pretty good value. I do feel bad for spending the money on it though, when it could be going towards our huge mortgage or something more worthwhile like food. You will be pleased to know that despite this guilt I am pushing through and having the cleaner anyway because I don't think having my house paid off sooner will really be very meaningful if I go insane with stress anyway.

There is another component to having a domestic helper. I feel that as a woman and as I wife I am not fulfilling my role properly. And despite the whole gender equality thing we pretend to have going on I still feel like the home is my responsibility and I am failing by not being able to care for it myself. I feel guilty that I have to pay someone else to help me. But again you will be pleased to know that I am working through this guilt and having the cleaner come anyway. But I do feel bad.

And Yes if you must know I did clean a little before the cleaner came. I know I know. There is no need to say it!

Dominoes

Reading my last post makes me laugh.

The new job I started didn't last for very long. We underwent a restructure at work which meant the person whose job I was doing came back much sooner than expected. And that meant that I only had three weeks in the job instead of three months. Very amusing considering how nervous I was about starting it - I need not have worried.

Essentially what happened is that someone higher up the chain from me came back from leave expectantly and so the business had to be reshuffled to give them something to do. This caused a whole host of people to be returned to the jobs they actually own and I was at the very end of that little chain of dominoes.
It was heartening, after being told that I wasn't needed any further, that my boss said "YES!!" like she had won the lotto when I told her I was returning to her team. It is nice to be loved.