There aren’t many splurges in which I engage, at least not many that involve spending money. One thing I do allow myself is a monthly visit from housecleaning professionals to deep-clean my home and those spots that I rarely clean at all (like the insides of the light fixtures).
Usually I take the kids to the library on cleaning day so that I have the pleasure of opening up the door when we arrive home and knowing that, for a few minutes at least, there’s nothing that needs to be cleaned. The cleaners visited yesterday. It was too soon to go to the library, so we stayed at home while they worked and tried to stay out of their way by doing our homeschooling out in the sunroom instead of in the dining room where we usually do lessons.
The smell of probably-toxic cleansers hung in the air as the housecleaners called out their goodbyes and let themselves out. The sound of the door latching was followed not a minute later by the sound of one of the cats yarking on the basement rug. While my attention was occupied cleaning that up, my son saw his chance.
Between the kids, the cats, and my own messy cooking style (while making dinner that night I dropped a big glob of mashed potatoes on the kitchen floor that I’d just finished dowsing with the cooking water from the collard greens. I think I may have already mentioned my “exploding squash” adventure, so you can see that this is a pattern of behavior for me), I wonder if it’s really worth the money to have professionals clean my house. Housework is always a Sisyphean endeavor, but at least I don’t have to hand over a check if I’m the one doing the work.