I’m not a fan of cleaning. The whole Instagram cleaning and organisation phenomenon has passed me by. Because it’s still cleaning, right? I would go as far as to say that I hate cleaning.
But I still do it. Because I don’t want to live in a dirty house.
I’m lucky that I have a husband who is very good at cleaning and tidying. I do the bulk of it, because I’m not the one who works 14 hours a day, but he still pulls his weight. He has a remarkable ability to clean up the kitchen after dinner and get everything into the dishwasher. What times him five minutes and one dishwasher load takes me half an hour, two dishwasher loads and A LOT of moaning.
My dream is to have a cleaner, but the unpredictable nature of freelance work means I can’t really justify the cost. There are times when I’m flat out working, but there are other times when I don’t have much to do. So of course I should be cleaning the bathroom or mopping the floor. Mopping the floor in particular makes me irrationally angry.
Maybe having a cleaner occasionally or temporarily would be a good idea, especially in a situation like end of tenancy cleaning. You know you want to get your deposit back, so you want to be sure the cleaning is up to standard. I’m pretty sure that my cleaning wouldn’t be up to standard in that case!
The other day I came up with a genius idea and put it to my husband. Sadly he hasn’t actually agreed to it. Because I am busy working and busy with the kids, I only really get the basics done. So the kitchen is clean (thanks to my husband), the bathrooms are clean (thanks to me) and the carpet is clean (mainly thanks to me paying my daughter £4 to do it!).
But the mopping doesn’t get done anywhere near as often as it should, nor do the cobwebs or the dusting. They’re the sort of thing I do only after three days of very little freelance work, when I’m on top of all the other admin which comes with being mum to three teenagers.
Anyway, I digress – my genius idea was to have a cleaner in quarterly just to do those jobs. Because I might do them in between, but if I don’t, at least I know they would be getting done thoroughly every three months. And you only see the dust and the cobwebs in certain lights, right? But as I say, I’m still waiting for my husband to agree with my genius idea.
In the meantime, I still hate cleaning. Hell will freeze over before Mrs Hinch makes me do it and Marie Kondo can take her ‘joy’ and stick it where the sun doesn’t shine. If you know of any cleaners in the Gloucestershire area who are both cheap and good at their jobs, let me know!
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