Babies Gotta Have It

So my Mom is coming to stay at my apartment tomorrow.  For four days.  Needless to say, from the moment I click “publish post” to the moment of her arrival, I will be cleaning my apartment.  Which, I must admit, is totally filthy. Totally. Filthy.  I have a  toddler. Splat mat or no splat mat, there’s gonna be oatmeal on the walls.  Am I right?

I have been so tempted lately to hire someone to clean my house.  Even just once a month. I know that other parts of the country are dirty, but the kind of nastiness that accumulates on windows in New York City is something that must be seen to be believed.  It is black soot right out of “chim chiminy” and totally terrifying when you pause to think that if it’s caked on your window sills it’s more than likely caked in your lungs.  Doc Hubby has confirmed this.  He did Gross Anatomy at med school in New York City.  Enough said.

The thing is, the reason I haven’t hired someone to clean my house is that if my Mother found out I was paying someone to do what I can “so easily” do myself, she would at worst disown me and at best not get me any Christmas presents for a year or two.  However, if anyone would care to tell me what’s easy about scraping lentils off hardwood floors with my fingernails while my toddler trashes the living room I’m all ears. Thanks to a super fun and super indulgent event I attended a few weeks ago, I have a bunch of Pledge Multi-Surface Cleaner to use in my scrubbing marathon.  I have to say, it’s working very nicely–I am enjoying the  Lavender Fresh scent immensely (though if you’re sensitive to scents I’d advise you to go easy on it — click here for a $1 coupon), my dining room table looks lustrous, and since I removed the inch thick layer of grime I feel like I have a brand new TV. Oh so that’s why people are so jazzed about HD.

But it’s all good, really.  This will be the first weekend Doc Hubby and I have left the baby and taken off by ourselves since she was born.  We’re going to Maine.  To stay in a coastal inn where his grandparents used to stay. The weather promises to be cool and sunny. The lobster rolls at Bob’s Clam Hut are to die for.

And oh yeah, when you’re here, Mom?  Feel free to pledge the windows!