Housekeeping

My house needs one of those door-hooky things that hotel rooms have saying "housekeeping". Random strangers, who have nothing better to do than walk their dogs all over my neighborhood, could then swing by and clear out the spiders who have taken up residence in my front entryway. Of course I have been hesitant to evict the spiders as my outdoor plants are now indoors and I may need the spiders to wage war against the gnats I've seen buzzing merrily about in their new, warm climate. Augh. Does this battle never end?
Since discovering the joys of self-employment I have also discovered that I am home more, a plus, which provides more opportunity to messy the house, a minus. Despite my best efforts my house somehow looks like I've just been robbed mere days after thoroughly cleaning the damn thing!
If only SS would remember his promise to get me a maid then my problems would be solved. (And yes, I know how spoiled that just sounded!).