Lately I’m finding myself cleaning. For hours and hours after my daughter goes to bed. I have a dozen other fun and interesting things to do, but I guess the little cleaning habit I developed while trying to persuade my husband on baby #2 stuck.
Two nights ago I cleaned for four hours. Four. Freaking. Hours. Who does that?
Not only that. But I want something I’ve never wanted before. Something I’m almost ashamed to admit I want. Something that puts me in the category with the June Cleavers and Martha Stewarts.
I want a mop.
Not just any mop. I want a fancy steam mop. Don’t ask me what kind. I don’t know. Just one that gets really hot, disinfects, and can make my grout all nice and shiny again cause my Swiffer mop aint doing jack but pushing around the dirt.
My husband knows better than to get one for me as a gift. But it’s something I’m considering investing in. So if you know of any good kind let me know. I may borrow a few friends’ first too to see how well they work.
All of this cleaning got me thinking though. I don’t really like cleaning. I mean, I don’t hate it as much as I used to, and I like the way I feel when it’s all nice and clean and knowing I did it all and that my husband can come home to a nice sparkly clean house. But realistically… After working all week, spending quality time with my girl, writing, photo editing, etc etc etc. I don’t want to spend time cleaning up. I’d rather sew or something. … Add the fact that I’m a control freak and every month I’m not pregnant I’m going to be wondering why (even though I know it’s only been a ridiculously short amount of time). I’ve decided I’m going to give myself something to look forward to either way.
When I was impatiently waiting and trying to get pregnant with Lil’ J I used my blog to raise $1100 for March of Dimes. My plans this time aren’t half as noble.
If I’m pregnant this month, awesome. I’ll be over the moon excited. If not, I’m hiring a maid.
My husband already agreed, saying we can get one to come something like once every-other week (I didn’t note the “if I’m not pregnant” clause, so maybe we’ll get one either way), and a friend of mine has a sister who does house cleaning, so we’re set!
I think I’ll have to come up with an awesome non-pregnancy incentive every month to make the wait more entertaining. Maybe next month I’ll go skydiving.