I came home to an eerily clean house yesterday. It was wonderful, and that was only slightly offset by the annoyance of having to bustle around the night before picking up toys and books and clothes and other random things that might prevent something from being cleaned.
Hubby and I finally settled on getting the cleaning service to come once a month, and yesterday was the first cleaning. I had a training class that started early, so I took Pumpkin to day care and Hubby stayed at home to meet the cleaners. This meant that I left a dirty house and came home to a sparkling clean house, and never even saw the people who cleaned it. This is how it will mostly be, because I leave before 8 a.m. most mornings, and they will be coming at 8 a.m. every fourth Wednesday. It is sort of like having cleaning elves. Except we pay them.