When Cleaning Day Feels Like Judgement Day

My husband did it. He contacted a cleaning service. I indirectly gave in and agreed to bringing in a cleaning lady.

He scheduled them to arrive at 7 a.m. this morning which is probably a blessing in disguise because I will have been long gone on my way to work.

I'm already scared of being judged. I know the purpose of the cleaning service is to clean (DOH!) but I don't want this person (or people) to think "What a freaking slob" while scrubbing my toilet.

I would be mortified.

I would also feel like I needed to roll up my sleeves and help and, frankly, what would be the point of that?

So last night, I cleaned. Actually, I straightened up and, you guessed it, everyone else did not.

Most people who know me would say that the dirty version of my house is the clean version of a most other people's, but I still can't help but fret that I'll be judged by the grime in my bathroom.