I did it.
I called a housekeeper.
I resisted for a long time. There have been times help just wasn't in the budget, but we're feeling blessed enough to have some funds for now.
But really, I just resisted the idea. Resisted having someone in my space. Resisted the idea that I couldn't keep up with stuff myself. Resisted.
And now, what has changed? Well, two children, plus more homeschooling work from one, plus increased ornerieness from the other, and then a work project on top of it. And reading a few essays on how accepting help helps keep us moms sane.
Also, my floor hasn't been vacuumed in weeks. And not because it doesn't need it.
When I started asking my husband for a birthday gift of an hour so I could vacuum, I decided it was time. Time to give myself the gift of someone who actually has the time and patience and the renumeration to give my house the attention it deserves. Time to stop stressing about not being able to clean the toilets, again. Time to be able to see through our windows.
She can't start for a few weeks, and suddenly I CAN'T WAIT.