Never do I clean my house with such speed, intensity, and fervor as in the last one hour before the arrival of my cleaning lady. Hmmmm…. wonder why? Likely because someone else walking all around your house almost feels like a house guest. Tough to show them your messes. That’s why – the highly unusual urge to clean, methinks.
She’s running quite late today. If I keep going at this rate, and she’s another half hour late (oooh, check out that rhyme!), she won’t have much work left to do at all.
Do you do this too?
I know you do. Say it ain’t so! 😉