This morning I left my house with a cheerful
“Goodbye! Have a wonderful day!”
…from my maid.
Is ‘maid’ right? Is ‘housekeeper’ better? ‘Cleaner’? What do I call her? I’ll call her Olga…since that’s her name.
I had much inner conflict about hiring help to clean my house. I just always felt I wasn’t ‘that’ person. I felt that I didn’t make ‘enough’ money to justify that kind of luxury. After all, who am I trying to impress?
After much internal debate, I decided that I would impress myself; do this for me. Instead of getting a massage, a haircut or manicure, or a cute new pair of shoes, I dedicated that money to hire a cleaner – Olga.
I’m still conflicted, though. On one hand, I think that it’s unfair that I have to justify such an expense with reason and logistics, even in my own mind. I think it’s a ‘female’ thing: I don’t want others to judge me based on the fact that I spend a little money on some extra help. At the same time, I don’t want others to judge me based on how dingy my walls, baseboards, and kitchen sink are when they come over to my house.
Alas, you can’t have it both ways, so there it is – out in the open: I hired outside help. For a woman, that’s just like saying,
“I admit it, I did not make this delicious cake, hand-knit scarf, juicy pot roast, nor did I squeeze this fresh lemonade – it is from a mix.”
On the bright side, I’m supporting our local economy. Olga runs her own tax-paying business, and will no doubt spend my money, recycling it back into the Indianapolis economy, the state’s economy, and eventually the nation’s economy.
So please, when you come over, do admire that my picture frames do not have dust on them, and that there are no dust-bunnies under the bed, because I worked hard to pay someone to do that…