Zeno's Bar & Grill

Last night I was telling my husband Barry about how weird I feel about having people come in to clean once a week. He said something to me that he’s never said before in our eight and half of years of marriage. “You should blog that.” Anyway, is this only me? Is it because I grew up in an area where no one hired people to put new roofs on their houses let alone clean the inside of them? Barry tried to make me feel better by asking if I felt guilty about having someone mow the lawn (slightly, but not really) or changing the oil in our car (definitely not). Maybe it’s because I suffer from the expectation that as the stay-at-home mom the housecleaning should be done by me, and that others will think I’m lazy. Maybe I should just save the money and use it for therapy instead.

--Kelly