Our cleaning lady came today (yes, we have one!*), and it was awesome.
Christmas decorations and I have an annual fling together that burns brightly but flames out fast. After about three weeks, I was ready to chuck the tree out the front window.
So Joe did.
I mean, there's a reason giant conifers aren't a popular design choice year round, am I right?
*She comes once every two weeks, and for twenty glorious minutes the entire house is clean. Every trash can is emptied, and every surface sparkles. I wish I were exaggerating about the twenty minutes part, but alas I am not. Even though "clean and tidy" doesn't last around here, it's worth every penny. I know it's a luxury not all can afford, and some who can would rather splurge elsewhere in their lives, but to me? Well, let's just say I will find a lot of other things to cut before dear Bernadetta. The poor woman even kindly puts up with a four year old and a two year old playing the hilarious (to them) game of repeatedly running in and out of the room where she's working yelling, "GIANTS!" at her while flailing their arms around. I try to stop them, but it's hard when you're trapped under a nursing baby.