My Latino Saviors

I've reached that pivotal point of marriage (yeah, 2 months, fuck you) and income generation at which it's been decided: I need a cleaning person.

I am extremely passive about asking my dear husband (whom I love more than anything, let that be understood) to do anything that I could easily and quietly do myself. I've tried. While I don't have the time or the mental capacity, it's easier for me to just do it myself.

I know, I know, if you've ever co-habitated, this isn't fucking unique to me.

Nevertheless, I've decided it's time for a cleaning person. Never before have has $50 - $100 and a skilled purveyor of cleanliness been capable of solving so many problems.

1) I won't wake up in the middle of the night trying to figure out when I'll have time to work out, clean the toilet, and negotiate a new contract with a new vendor without pissing off my boss.

2) I won't have to sacrifice working out for vaccuuming.

3) My husband won't be upset with me for being upset that I have too much shit to do.

So, I for one, welcome and thank our Latino friends. And no, they're not "taykin' yer jaeeeerbs", because I'm damn sure a 50 year old machinist isn't going to do a good job cleaning my apartment.