Rosie's Back

...just in time. It has only been 15 days since I shipped our suicidal robot off to the big junkyard in the sky. Her alter ego arrived at our door Friday all shiny and new. The dogs were saddened by her reappearance, but the floors are soooo clean!

Speaking of clean. I think we are actually going to bite the big one and hire help. It really grinds at the frugal side of me to pay someone to clean up after two adults...and three dogs. I just keep thinking that we surely can get a handle on this. But I will kid myself no more. It is not a priority for me and the condition of our house - not filthy, but not spotless - has been bothering my hubby for awhile and I admit starting to irritate me as well.

What makes this worse or odder or insane is we are going...to, gulp, ........hire my mother. I know what you are thinking - hide the porno, alcohol and bills!!! But seriously, we don't trust just anyone to spend a day here without us - with the dogs. And I know she will organize us - to death. She is restless with my step-father retired and my grandmother now in the nursing home has freed up her time.

We are going to have her do one day a month deep cleaning so that our weekly/daily stuff won't be so cumbersome. I'll keep you updated on how well this works.....[translated - i will bitch about this in the future].