I work 37hours a week and NEED (I have that same disease my dad has, just a much less severe case) to have a clean house. I have a husband who is useless, I mean super busy and doesn't help clean the house. So we compromised and have had a cleaning lady come in every other week to do some of the necessary tasks around the house that I just don't have time for, like cleaning the floors, bathrooms and dusting. I would give up my husband before I would give up the cleaning lady.

There is nothing better than coming home from a day of work to a clean house. I always make sure to tell the kids to hang up there coats and put there shoes away and just in general try to keep the house clean for as long as possible. Today I got to enjoy the clean house for 30 seconds. Yep I took it all in for a whopping 30 seconds and then they spilled a chocolate shake all over the CLEAN kitchen floors. I almost cried. But instead I wigged out(you know where you rant and rave, not necessarily at the kids but to yourself) and cleaned it up.

She will be back in 2 weeks and on that day I am going to make the kids stay outside (by this I mean lock them out) while I come in and enjoy it for ...well more than 30 seconds.