I have Molly Maids in my house. Tom offered to pay for them to give the place a one-time cleaning. It hasn't been cleaned well since Kathy got pregnant and couldn't work anymore, and Memphis just had his second birthday!
So I'm paying these strangers very good money. I am their employer, not vice-versa. So why am I so outrageously nervous?
I haven't finished packing for Lubricus and I haven't even got a packing list for Chicon. And today is about as full of appointments as any day could be. I would break down with panic, but I don't have time.