Today the nanny did our dishes. Not only that, she washed the pad underneath the drying rack--the part of our kitchen so disgusting that we routinely wait months until one of us breaks down and cleans it.
I'm thankful, I really am. Though there are definitely kashrut issues and I'd rather she not do it. But I also feel a little...judged.
We don't have a cleaning lady. I'm not used to someone coming into my home and washing up. And I can't stand the idea that someone went into my kitchen and felt compelled to clean up. It's kind of embarassing.
This whole judgment thing is not entirely in my head. The first day she came to us she regaled me with stories of a former employer who she felt was doing things all wrong. So she really does take note.
But in the end...who cares? So maybe I'll have fewer dirty dishes and have a few fewer fights with my roommate...I mean husband...about how they're still sitting in the sink.