Getting accustomed to a serviced apartment

So part of the deal with our apartment is that housekeeping comes in twice a week to clean and change the sheets. Believe me, the thought is great but you cannot begin to imagine how uncomfortable it is to just sit there and watch two people clean up around you. I feel like a little kid that sits on the couch as mommy vacuums around me while raising my feet up out of their way. For that reason my Monday and Thursday ritual is to vacate as soon as they knock at the door. My new favorite hideout is Starbucks, although it would be more fun to be sitting here with a friend talking and catching up. But in an hour I will head back up to a clean apartment and drunk from the bliss that is a delicious Venti Hot Chocolate. My problems here are pathetic, aren't they?