The other day I was talking with my friend Nadia and she mentioned that I should be more open about my life on this blog. In some ways I feel like I am…after all, you’ve already had the pleasure of seeing Ali’s hamper and my closet, and you know more about my bizarre eating habits then my own mother does. Still I have to admit there are things I don’t share because I worry about how some of you will perceive me. But what kind friend would I be if I didn’t take Nadia’s constructive criticism to heart?
So it is with Nadia’s advice in mind that I make the following confession: I have a housekeeper.
Okay, so you are probably thinking:
1. Is Ameena so busy that she has to pay someone to clean her house?
2. How much mess can three people really make?
3. Is Ameena so lazy that she has to pay someone to clean her house?
To answer your questions…yes, way too much, and yes.
The thing is that I cannot function unless each and every single thing in my house is in its designated space. I hate mess. I detest clutter. I don’t like stuff. I get this wonderful minimalist quality from my mother who used to gasp in fear if I so much as suggested taping a MacGyver poster up on a wall in my room. She ran a tight ship for sure. She had us kids on our hands and knees polishing the marble floor and washing the cars weekly. We also had to clean the kitchen after dinner each night, shine my dad’s shoes, and vacuum the entire house bi-weekly. You can just call me Cinderella. And considering my harsh upbringing, I’m sure we can all agree that I’ve earned the right to have a housekeeper.
Mrs. Maria – as Maya calls her – came to us 8 years ago. Since then she has not only made our house a cleaner place but she’s organized things that I didn’t even know needed organizing. Our Tupperware drawer, our laundry room, Ali’s sock drawer(s), and more. Mrs. Maria has also saved the Din household from countless fights and arguments over dirty dishes and displaced laundry. Seriously, how ironic is it that a super anal person like myself lives with two of the messiest slobs to have ever walked the earth?
In my opinion, I’d rather eat in every night and spend money to have a clean house then to stress about my dirty house while I eat a fancy dinner at a restaurant. Call me crazy but there is nothing better than coming home to a spotless place every Monday. It makes my entire day.
What do you splurge on that you think is worth every penny?