You are going to learn something about me today, to some of you I'm sure it will shock you and will get
a head shake. Others will go "wow! How does she do it" My confession is: I have a house cleaner. There I said it and it is out in the open. It was a fight worth fighting between Farmboy and myself. When we moved to our house in 2009, I simply stated that it was time to get a cleaner and he bawked at the idea and of course simply said "Why can't you do it?" to which I replied " I don't want to spend my Saturdays cleaning house, and I work full time and can pay for them myself and basically I don't want to and you can't make me" and then stuck my tongue out at him. That always seals the deal that I'm about to win (not really but sometimes you have to use to drastic matters). 2009 was also the year I convinced him we needed a inside dog. (that was a WHOLE different fight and no tongue sticking out was going to win that one for me. It was more of a wearing him down until he said "I don't care" to which I took it as a yes and we now have Roscoe aka Fluff Fluff.) He might have known what he was saying with that one (but I will never admit it to him) ANYWAY back to my Thankful Heart.
So today I am thankful that it is house cleaning day. I look forward to coming home all day to walk into my house and it be cleaner than when I left it. It's like they are some kind of fairies to clean the mess all up and disappear. It's magic! It's also the little things that they do, like wash my front door and sweep away the leaves from the front door and wash my sheets and remake my bed and give Roscoe treats and never get mad when I accidentally lock them out (time after time). So today. Thank you cleaners.
I can enjoy my house for about 10 minutes until it is destroyed again.
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