I've failed you, Supermoms

I just thought I'd let the cat out of the bag now because I'll let it slip eventually. Supermom's, prepare to be disgusted! I, mother of 3, business owner, dedicated -but slightly faltering - wife...have succumbed to a cleaning lady. ACK! I know...the horror! How can I NOT find the time to clean???I admit that I cannot do it all. My house is a disaster area, 24/7. I am constantly tidying, never actually cleaning the film off everything around me. My friends think it's clean when they come over. Well, they don't see the second story. Ick. So the cleaning lady, Glenda (who I refer to as the good witch), will be here tomorrow afternoon to make my world sparkle. I cannot wait. I envision a house transformed. I will return to my house with my hair suddenly styled (and washed), my children clean and all of us free of baby spit up. This phenomenon is, of course, a chain reaction from Glenda waving her magic Swiffer, for all who enter shall be transformed. I will then go retrieve my suddenly angelic kindergarten boy who will have straightened clothes, an organized backpack, and a loving hug for his mother.Ok, maybe I'll just have a clean house and my hubby will come home to be suddenly transformed into someone other than the grumpy guy who feels like he has to help clean once he's off work. Maybe I'll even get a hello kiss. We've been married long enough that it's only a goodbye kiss I get each morning.So supermom's, kiss off. I quit and Glenda's hired. Munchkin land awaits you my good witch!