Shopping for Miracles
I should probably be more ashamed to say it, but I’m going shopping at IKEA tomorrow, and I’m hoping for a miracle or 20 to somehow fix this decrepit state of my house.
The IRS was kind enough to deposit another few hundred bucks in the bank account today, due to some ‘blah-blah-blah once you file you get a refund/rebate/whatever’ IRS thing. So.
It is apparent I live with two slobs. Plus I’m lazy and hate housework but love a clean house. Hello, angst and gnashing of teeth at shithole state of living!
I have been putting off hiring help to clean the house. My reasoning is, shouldn’t I get the house into the spic’n’span state that I want them to put it in each time, before I have them come give an estimate? Do you think the estimate will be inflated if they see just how disgusting those two males sharing a bathroom can leave it?
Anyway. I’m going to IKEA this weekend, to get some furniture that for their room, and a few items for the rest of the house, that will hopefully promote more organization and less chaos. In short: miracles.
