A true suburban housewife confession

I have hit a new low. Although it wasn't on purpose, I still allowed it to happen. As I canned this afternoon, my husband opened the door to a lady offering to clean our living room carpet, if she could do her Kirby demonstration. Yes, the famously expensive Kirby vacuums. And as she comes in and I realize her deal right away, it crosses my mind that my carpet need a deep clean...badly. And as a now working woman...I have no time for that. So I continue to cook and can sundae sauce, as she cleans my windows, vacuums my kid's mattress, vacuums the ever present cat hair off my favorite chair, and then the cherry on the top...vacuums and steam cleans my living room AND hallway. Now friends, I know there is no possible way I could afford this vacuum. I'd love one granted..it does ceiling fans, leaf blower, kitchen floor cleaner, vacuum, steam cleaner, and does windows...oh and it has a scalp massager and paint gun. (YES I PAID ATTENTION). But I don't stop her sweetly and tell her that my budget lacks the $250 a month freedom in order to by this. Nope. I offer her a Dr. Pepper and allow her to go on till my house sparkles. Its a new low. And after she finishes, I let the husband who let her in, shoot her and her manager down without a chance at selling us one. I let a woman do my work, and you know what? I can understand why my husband's life is sweet! I'd like a woman to come clean for me too while I take care of the things I want to do too.