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The Great Pre-Thanksgiving Panic
I’m not a messy person. Really. But between wrangling my two kids (who leave a trail of destruction like tiny tornadoes), my job at PNC downtown, and the fact that Raleigh’s pollen season turns my house into a sneeze-fest by noon? Yeah. Things pile up.
And then. THEN. I volunteered to host Thanksgiving. For 20 people. (What was I thinking?!) My aunt Linda—who once side-eyed a speck of dust on my baseboard like it murdered her begonias—was coming. And my mother-in-law, who “helpfully” reorganizes my kitchen every visit. Nope. NOPE.
I mean, the house wasn’t disgusting. But the fridge had that weird sticky spot I kept ignoring, the guest bathroom smelled vaguely of wet dog (thanks, kids), and don’t even get me started on the baseboards. (Why do they collect grime like it’s their job?!)
So one night, after my third glass of wine and a frantic Google search for “how to deep clean a house without losing your mind,” I stumbled on a house cleaning cost calculator. Punching in my square footage (shout-out to my 90s-era ranch in Five Points, with its “charming” lack of storage), I nearly choked. But then I remembered Aunt Linda’s judgy face. Worth it.
Booking the service felt like admitting defeat… and also like the best decision ever. Like when you finally cave and buy the overpriced salted caramel mocha at Jubala because you deserve nice things.
The day before the cleaners came, I did the thing where you frantically clean for the cleaners. (Why??) I shoved toys into bins, hid the laundry mountain in the trunk of my car (don’t judge), and scraped mystery gunk off the stove. My husband walked in mid-scrub:
“You good?”
“NO. What even is this?!” (Gesturing wildly at a crusty baking sheet.)
“…We should’t have waited six months to clean that.”
UGH.
But then. The cleaners arrived. Two angels in sneakers, armed with sprays and vacuums and this magical grout brush that made my tile floor look new. I hovered awkwardly for five minutes before fleeing to Brewery Bhavana to stress-eat dumplings. (Pro tip: Their bao fixes everything.)
When I came back? Magic. The air smelled like lemons and clean. Sunlight hit the hardwood floors without highlighting dust clouds. Even the weird stain by the back door (RIP, grape juice incident 2021) was gone. I nearly cried.
Thanksgiving day? Aunt Linda complimented my “spotless” home. (HA.) My mother-in-law didn’t rearrange a single drawer. And as I collapsed on the couch later, staring at the remains of pie and a pile of plates (whatever, I’ll deal tomorrow), I realized: Best. Money. Ever.
Funny how a little help makes space for what actually matters—like not losing your mind over baseboards. Or finally enjoying your own damn holiday.
— Jamie Ellis, Raleigh, NC