As much as I love to decorate life with fun party naps and four different kinds of wire ribbon at Christmas, when it comes to the maintenance of a home from day-to-day I'm simply bad at housekeeping. Some of my friends say they can't sleep at night if they know dishes are in their sink, or if they don't have fresh linens on the beds when they leave for vacation their entire trip will be ruined. I truly have no idea how they must feel. Cleaning just isn't my thing; I much prefer reading, naps, or dining out.
It was with the ownership of my domestic downfalls that I set out to buy the services of a house cleaner at a silent auction. And I won! Then, I shoved the gift certificate in my purse, and then later in a drawer because I'd have to really clean before I could even call a cleaning service, and what would I do with Chloe, who hates strangers in her house? This was more than a year ago....
PR is coming to town soon. She and Danny will be in for an extended visit of nearly two weeks. PR is tidy and organized, so in advance of her arrival I've been policing pantries and decluttering cabinets. Not that I could fool my mother, even with last minute efforts; she know I'm inherently (thanks, Daddy!) messy, but I always give it a good try. So, the search began for cleaning service information, and upon finding it in a junk drawer somewhere, crusty and water-stained, Dan fell out laughing at the irony. Like most everything in my house, even a certificate for cleaning just collects dust!
What do you call cashing in on your house cleaning win with a completely filthy gift certificate? I call it...Pay Dirt!