I have been wanting to have a cleaner come for a long time, but I just could not get it together enough to have the house clean enough all at the same time to actually have someone come over to give an estimate. That sounds pathetic, but there you have it. But a week or so ago, I started being very determined to make it happen, because I felt like I was drowning! Last Thursday night, I asked my facebook friends if anyone could recommend someone. One friend wrote back immediately to recommend her lady--and say that she could come over the next day at 2:00! I got some other names too, fully intending to get a few estimates. Evy came over the next day. She was so nice and really liked all the kids. I still felt like the biggest slob as she walked around our house, saying how much she would be able to help me, lol I ended up just decided to go with her because 1. she could clean on Wednesdays, which works for me, and 2. I didn't want to have anyone else traipse through my house! Anyhow, Evy and 2 other ladies gave the house a thorough cleaning on Wednesday, taking about 6 hours (gah . . . ). Now they're going to come back every other Wednesday, and hopefully it won't take as long. I was mortified at all the things I never do, like dust off the tops of my cabinets. Yeah, picking up and keeping the paper clutter down is about all I've managed well lately, lol. I'm hoping that having everything really clean will help me be more motivated to clean out cabinets and closets. I've just felt pretty paralyzed.
Friday Faith and I celebrated our birthdays at Bible study. I made her a funfetti rectangular cake, and she decorated it in a heart motif, along with Caleb, Anna, Grace, Jonathan, and every other sibling that passed by and thought frosting looked like a fun thing to do.
I made a chocolate truffle cheesecake, which was a new recipe for me. It was quite delicious, but I had some trouble with it. After it came out of the oven, I was pouring the ganache topping on top of it. All of a sudden, the little bowl of ganache slipped out of my hand, right into the middle of the cheesecake, leaving a huge crater! Ack! Not to fear, though--I just smoothed out the ganache, and no one could tell. Until we cut the cheesecake, that it. Then you could see the cross-section of the big crater, lol.
I took this whole past week off from any sort of diet. I ate cake (of all kinds), cookies, chips, peanut butter cups, ice cream, pizza, cheese . . . and I enjoyed every minute of it! Actually, that's not totally true. I had some big headaches, I got a canker sore, which I haven't had for a while, and I definitely didn't sleep as well. Also I gained back about 5 pounds. It was nice to have some "regular" things for dinner--and to take a break from all things balsamic vinegar, lol. And it was really nice to actually feel like I celebrated my and Faith's birthdays! I'm going back to at least a paleo diet tomorrow, though. Back to salads. I know I feel better eating that way . . . but cheesecake and ice cream . . . . Curse this 44 year old metabolism!