Village People

Every two weeks, give or take, I come home and my house smells like heaven. It's sparkly clean and tidy and fresh and, oh god, it's clean!

If this is what it's like to be in the 1%, I don't ever want it to end. Yes, I'm well aware that I 'could' clean my own home, but I really don't wanna. And you can't make me. 

Sharon sweeps in and makes everything nice. Nicer than the day we moved in, when we found someone else's clothes in the closet and dirty dishes in the dishwasher. And on alternate visits, the dog goes off for a bath too and everything but the humans in this house is heavenly. 

It's a blessing to be able to have someone help with the things I don't have the time, or interest, to do. It's a luxury, yes, but a necessity too. Acknowledging that we need help is not a weakness; I'm not signed up for martyrdom. "It takes a village," is not just a statement about raising kids. 

Babysitter, mother's helper, dog walker, pet sitter, cleaning person, landscaper. Hire help. Ask for help. Trade for help. Barter. Whatever you need to do. Even if you're married. And you have able bodied children. And helpful parents. And great friends. Even if you think you SHOULD be able to do it all. Stop 'shoulding' all over yourself. You're not alone.