Snowpocalypse and not naughty Maid Service

So I was supposed to fly to the DC area this weekend for work stuff.  And that got canceled.  Which led to me waiting for American Airlines to call me back-in-lieu of-waiting on hold  for 2 hours.  During which time the maid service was at the house cleaning.  The team happened to be two dudes.  Which...don't go there...not at all naughty insert bowchickabowwowng music at all. 
And because I was raised with the strict values of the-woman-cleans-the-home made me feel extra guilty, as it sadly always does because I should be evolved enough to be over that, right?
Why do I still feel guilty that I hire people to clean the house?
Any thoughts, please share.  Because psychoanalysis is freaking expensive and I am a cheap bastard.
Maybe its because when I am home and they are here I don't do anything brilliant.  The pressure is intense.  I must use this time for great writing, great insights, not just hiding in the spare room on facebook, damnit.
But then the airline called me back and were all "we will refund this nonrefundable ticket because we are not even going to pretend that tomorrow is a flyable day.  All our fine print is moot.  We give up."
Stay strong midAtlantic people.  Because my work wimped out for the weekend.  So anything you accomplish this weekend is awesome.