My warped brain
It is still very weird to be in the house while St. Madelein of the Mop visits with her minion(s) and creates order out of chaos -- or at least the advanced higgledy-piggledy that usually prevails around here. Don't get me wrong, St. M. rates #3 on the list of priorities still (shelter coming earlier only so she has something to clean) but I still feel guilty to have someone cleaning my house while I'm not lifting a finger to help them. Just my warped brain. I'll get used to it about the time she retires, probably. Still, it's a guilt I'm willing to live with. :-)