Housekeeping

Today I had an unexpected visit from my neighbor. She has been aware of my being stuck in a wheelchair for the past four weeks and has been rather supportive. Today she informed me that she was going to clean my house. Before I could say anything she added that she was not taking no for an answer. So the work began.

Now, I am not one to just sit around while someone is cleaning my house. Today I was directed to do exactly that. She vacuumed, polished, scrubbed and did everything I would usually do, but haven't been able to do. The house looks amazing, everything just shines, but there is something wrong.

I know I should feel happy, but I look around and feel like crying.

I know the best of intentions were there, but I feel so helpless. I've always been self-sufficient, always took good care of my own house. My neighbor spent nearly five hours cleaning and for that I am grateful. I just can't get past the feeling that it wasn't right.

I feel more sad now than I did when my house was dirty.