I think I posted a few months ago about my crazy once-a-month housekeeper who "couldn't get into the house because it was locked" (even though she knows she has to push the door, not turn the knob). At that point we were thinking about getting a new housekeeper but never did because things were so hectic with the pregnancy/new baby. Well, she was supposed to come today, and my husband opened the door to let her in this morning. I was upstairs nursing Alex. By the time I got downstairs, she had left a note saying "It looked like you weren't ready for me today so I thought it would be best if we rescheduled." She knew I was upstairs and she didn't say a word to me. I'm so done with her. Seriously. There are unfolded clothes on the couch, but the place is not a huge disaster zone. It just needs cleaning. Which is what I thought she would do. I'm so angry and tired of feeling like I need to have a spotless home before the housekeeper comes over. Thanks for reading. I just needed to vent.