When I went under the knife to have my thyroid cancer removed, I made my mom promise me something. You see the prospect of death is a scary thing.
Not because I'm afraid of what's to come after, or that I'm afraid to leave my family behind, but there is nothing more terrifying than leaving this world behind and having other women come into your house and clean it.
I live in a very supportive church community, and the first thing the women would do is to come and give my house a thorough going over. You know, so it would sparkle for family and friends.
And while I'm sure they only have the best intentions, my cleanliness standards may not be up to their snuff. After all, my kids and I clean together, and they're still learning.
There are the more public parts of my home, and for the most part they are clean (although the kitchen counter is a bit cluttered). And then there are the more private areas: bathrooms (I have a boy), closets, inside the oven, under the fridge, and even gasp! the lint trap in the dryer - I don't want to talk about those, let alone have other women clean them and know all their intimate details).
So, here's the pact: my mom has promised me that she'll stall them long enough to get the job done her self (with the help of my sisters), and once my house is gleaming and sparkling from top to bottom....
she'll let them in and I'll die with my dignity intact.