It was driving me BATSHIT having all that hair on my shoulders and upper back.

grass is always greener. I would kill to have long hair :)

It was driving me BATSHIT having all that hair on my shoulders and upper back.

grass is always greener. I would kill to have long hair

Ah, true enough. And when I've had it short, eventually I yearn to grow it out. I'm not sure why I started getting buggy about feeling it on my shoulders and back, but the actual physical feel of it was starting to make me, like, *angry.* (Yeah, at my hair. I am not a normal kitty at all.)

Mostly, I have to own up to the fact where I'm too lazy to really maintain long-ish hair such that it looks professional at work (or at least not like some damn hippie who just rolled off the Dead tour). Shorter makes me look more like I have my shit together.

WE have a cleaning person 2x a month also. They dust everything and clean the bathroom and all the floors and also a different biggish project each visit, like the inside of the fridge or inside the cabinets. It's $65 per visit and is THE BEST THING EVER. I hate mopping and we have four animals so it has to be done. I clean the bathroom and Jason the kitchen and I vaccuum in between visits when it's needed. We are pretty good at keeping clutter away and we both don't mind laundry, so we would rather have them do things we both hate.

I'm growing mine out a little. Doesn't need to be as long as it used to be, but I find I don't like it when the back of my neck is NOT covered by my hair.

I'm growing mine out a little. Doesn't need to be as long as it used to be, but I find I don't like it when the back of my neck is NOT covered by my hair.

And The Boy did not react with horror when he came home. I think he really thought I was getting a really short cut (he's known me with fairly damn short hair), despite me telling him I just wanted it off my shoulders. I think his exact words were, "Huh, you really do have a lot of hair left!" So I guess he's not putting me out on the curb. At least, not tonight.

It's not cleaning I have a problem with...though I am not the best at it, it's the tidying. I would love (and yet hate) someone to pick up after me.

I just starting paying someone to mow my lawn every other week after my mower died. I have to say I love coming home to find that something I hate doing is done. It's so worth the money.

I have managed to have people over to my current apartment often enough that tidying is relatively easy. Also, there's the empty dresser I still haven't gotten rid of that things can be tossed into....

I would LOVE to have a cleaning service. Even if they only came over once a month. I just want someone else to dust and clean the kitchen and bathroom.

I live with three people who don't care at all about picking up. It sort of weighs on me all the time, but I am learning to let it weigh less and less as time goes on.

If I get a raise this year, I'm spending it on a once-a-month cleaning service. With my dust and mold allergies, I need to be WAY better about dusting and mopping, and yet, I'm not. It's the one thing I can't ever seem to get motivated about.