My mom will come in an hour 😲 The house looks like a trash can 🤮 So I called the cleaning company🚨

It all started with a text: “Be there in an hour!” My heart dropped. My mom—aka the Queen of Clean—was on her way, and my apartment looked like it had survived a hurricane and then hosted a frat party. Dishes were piled high, laundry was everywhere, and I couldn’t even see my coffee table under all the takeout boxes. 😳

I had a full-blown panic attack in the middle of my living room, staring at the mess and calculating the time it would take to clean it up. Spoiler: there wasn’t enough time. I had to think fast. So, I did what any desperate adult would do—I grabbed my phone and dialed the nearest cleaning company like it was a 911 emergency. 🚨

“Hi, yes, I need a miracle. My mom is coming over in an hour and my place looks like a landfill,” I pleaded. Thankfully, the receptionist didn’t judge me. Within 15 minutes, a team showed up like superheroes in uniform, armed with vacuums, mops, and a no-nonsense attitude.

As they tackled the chaos, I lit candles, sprayed air freshener, and tried to act like this was totally normal. By the time my mom knocked on the door, the apartment looked pristine. Floors sparkled, the couch cushions were fluffed, and I even had a fake smile ready.

She walked in, looked around, and said, “Wow, looks like you’ve been keeping up!” I just nodded and prayed she wouldn’t open any closets.

Moral of the story? Never underestimate the power of a good cleaning crew—and maybe keep your space semi-clean just in case your mom drops by. 😅