Maid for a Day

Not much to say right now other than, "You know something's odd when you choose 'Maid for a Day' over taking the boys to swim lessons."
Justin was out-of-town this week and, now that he is home, I found myself hustling about the house this morning, helping make sure the boys were ready for swim lessons, strapped into their car seats, swim bag packed, and the hand-off made to Daddy.
My response when asked, "Are you coming to swim lessons too, Lisa?" . . .
"Oh, I thought I'd stay here and clean the house."
Now, you must know, "I don't like cleaning house." Yes, I appreciate a clean and organized home, but the actual tasks involved with cleaning, well let's just say, "I don't rank them on my all time favorite past-times."
So what does that say about me wanting to be a maid this morning?
Yes, I actually want to put on my sweats, fill my bucket, clean some cobwebs, and listen to the quiet sounds of the dishwasher.
I'll show Justin the clean shower and toilet bowls and then ask him how long it took the older boys to stop arguing about who got to sit in the grey car-seat and whether or not William actually decided to swim this morning.
Or perhaps I just won't say a thing but appreciate my job-change for the morning.
Swim lessons for two boys while entertaining a 20-month old or Maid for a Day -- what would you choose?