I have a confession to make.
This poor graduate student has hired a cleaning lady.
That's right.
And to be perfectly honest....
I might love her.
You see, I would so much rather play in my flowerbeds and my garden during the nanosecond of free time that I have each week. That meant that while my house was "picked up" it was by far not "clean". Even though looks were deceaving.
This might be one of the best decisions I've made in recent memory.
Sanity restored. Or very nearly.
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