Spoiled Brat

The worst part about the "virtual tour" of my apartment (aside from sitting with the ladies at work yelling out, "I sleep there! That's my bed!" like a moron) is that the pictures were taken the day before the cleaning lady came. I want a do-over.

I was on my way home from work yesterday evening, and as I pulled up to the house, I saw that the cleaning person was still there. So I kept driving. Apparently, I'm okay with being a disgusting pig who won't clean my own home, but I don't want to look someone in the eye while they are cleaning my tub. I'm not sure what I thought I was accomplishing by running away - maybe she wouldn't realize that an able-bodied adult lived there?

As always, I may be overthinking this.

I am having a hard time adjusting to my house being in the public domain. Yesterday was the first showing, and I felt weirdly protective of my little home. I've been there three years, and I don't like the idea of strangers marching through all, "I could never live here!" I need to settle down - there's a long road ahead of me...