However it means that I face a fear today. Someone I don't know, in my house, when it's just me and the kids (or kid in this case). But I got through the dishwasher man just fine, mainly because he was older, very friendly and not creepy in the slightest. The h/a guy sounds young and they are the ones that scare me the most.
It's only 9:30, and I've fixed my hair (skipped makeup, sorry Miss) and cleaned here and there to make the house company ready. I didn't give up. I didn't get frustrated. I didn't get overwhelmed. I somehow managed to stay focused and pick areas to tackle and stayed with it. Yeah there's more to clean, but I'm not trying to impress this guy nor do I care if he thinks the house is clean. It's my inner nag that is saying it's not good enough...and I've politely told her to fuck off.
I don't know about you, but that's like huge for me and I'm highly impressed with myself.
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