I've been keeping something from you, my bloggy friends. I've purposely not blogged about this, justified in my heart that you don't have to know EVERYTHING about me, and kept quiet about it for months and months.
Here's the thing... I actually feel a smidgen well, guilty. I feel like I copped out, took the easy way out. I've tried to write about it. I've imagined in my head how you'll all look at your screens and say to yourselves, "Oh, I knew there was something off with that HisGirl. She's a fraud! Someone should teach her how to be a real wife and woman! Take away her apron, her hot glue gun, and her mom car!" Either that, or you'd judge me for laziness, being a poor steward, or a braggart.
But I can't keep it in any longer! I have, for the most of 2009, been paying a MAID to come clean my home every two weeks. Those wonderful Wednesdays? now you know why. Every other Wednesday, Lorena the Amazing comes to my home and scrubs away all evidence of our slovenliness. And here's the worst part.....I love it!
When I walk into my house after she's been here, it feels like Santa Claus has visited. I peek in each room, the beds made like a model home's, the floor with those vacuum lines on the carpet, every surface shiny and dusted. Then, I go into my bathrooms. Oh, the shiny tub! The towels folded like they just jumped out of a window display. My magazines straightened. (yes, we keep magazines in
there. figure I might as well reveal everything) Then, I go back downstairs. My sofa looks like it just got delivered. My quiet time area has all the books stacked right, the dining room looks like there never was anything stuck to the table for three days in a row. ('cause who would LEAVE that?)
The grand finale is my kitchen. She scrubs the refrigerator inside and out, my sink glistens as if it wasn't stained by repeated iced tea splashes. My countertops have WHITE GROUT, which we don't even want to talk about why that's a surprise time after time. We look like regular people!
The other day a friend stopped by, and I said, 'Why don't you come in for a while'- two weeks ago, on a VERY BAD day, I invited a friend to hang out with me IN MY BEDROOM! THE PLACE THAT I CAN NEVER SHOW ANYONE!!! It's a miracle. I am so happy.
I realize that some of you are wondering what I am now doing with all my freed up time. The truth is, I have no extra free time. Honestly, I wasn't doing any of those things before Lorena. I would run around and try to fix it when people were coming over, but overall, I was getting a big fat F in housekeeping. I finally had to admit that I just can't do it.
My husband was super supportive. I got contacted to do a sidejob a few hours a month that more than pays for the maid. He gave me the thumbs up. I gave him something in gratitude. (A kiss- geez, do you think I'd be all dirty like that on my blog?) Our whole family is happier. It's nice not to trip over junk on your way to the bathroom at night, apparently.
I love the accountability, knowing that I am going to have someone looking in literally every corner of my house at least every other week. Keeps me on my toes, makes me take care of my mess more frequently, and not let it pile up out of control anymore. I am glad to not have the stress of my secret inner pig being found out by unexpected guests, and I love being available to welcome people in the door of my house. I get that regular people can do this without a maid, but I just couldn't. I needed help. And Lorena is doing a fabulous job filling that role!
Makes me think of the fact that however much I'd like to pretend I can, I can't keep my heart pure and clean on my own. It gets so nasty and filthy everyday, that I have to rely on Jesus to do the cleaning. I love staying in the Word, and praying, and even chatting with all my Godly sisters because all those things motivate me to take care of sin in fast order. I can't let it pile up if I leave the door wide open for Jesus to come in at any time and dust out every nook and cranny. I can't be a slob for long knowing I'll be posting here later in the week and I'd like to have a clean heart for when ya'll come over. It's a good thing.
So there you have it, it's out there now. Judge all you want. Then come on over for a glass of tea. We're on the West Coast, so wear shorts and bring your own sweetener if you must have it. We don't do sweet tea here, but we do have lots of sunshine :)
Create in me a clean heart, O God,
And renew a steadfast spirit within me
Psalm 51:10