Cleaning, NaBloPoMo

I Need an Alice in My Life

I don’t want to take America back decades of progression, but I have to get this off my chest: my life would be so much easier if we had an Alice the housekeeper, just like the Bradys.

There. I said it. And I’m not sorry.

Now, before you get mad at me, I don’t want anyone to live with me (we don’t have room (or the patience) for that) or wear a silly outfit, but I wouldn’t mind someone stopping by every day for a few hours to care for our house in a way that it needs, with the hours I just don’t have to dedicate to it.

Those dishes that seem to always be in the sink? Taken care of!

The beds that stay rumpled? Hospital corners!

The laundry that piles up? Washed and dried and folded!

The dog hair dust bunnies? Swept!

Dinner? Prepped and cooked!

Just writing this gave me goose bumps!

I wouldn’t even mind if Alice’s boyfriend Sam came by to visit (especially if he brought some dry-aged steaks!). I would pay her well, and she’d be on the Christmas gift list!

If you ask Mr. KK, I am a horrible housekeeper. It’s just not my thing. So, really, this would be for everyone!