Who's got a clean house? Not me!

I have been so excited about the cleaning person coming. For days I have been waiting for the goddess of clean to come and work her magic on my apartment. I set my alarm so I had time to take my shower and pick up the stuff off the living room floor and swept the kitchen thoroughly.

I then waited for the agreed upon time. And waited. And waited some more.

First, she was a little late. Then thirty minutes late, then an hour, then two hours.

I called her cell phone and (surprise!) no answer. I left a message asking her to call me back so I knew what was going on.

She hasn't called back since.

Who has a clean house?
Unfortunately, not me.

And I am majorly bummed about it.