One of the things that I’ve always thought was quite the luxury was having a house cleaner. It’s not something I ever thought I’d have, only because I figured I’d never own a house large enough to NEED a house cleaner. I mean, really, unless your house is 2,000+ square feet, what would you need a house cleaner for? Unless, of course, you had the luxury of being able to AFFORD a house cleaner, which I never anticipated would be my situation.
There’s also the added problem that I’m a very thorough cleaner, and I don’t know that even if I WANTED a house cleaner, that anyone would live up to my standards.
Well, circumstances have become such that not only would I like a house cleaner, I NEED a house cleaner. I’m working two jobs, and my second job is doing great, which is I’m thrilled about, except for the fact that I still have to work my day job, and so I’m left with extremely little time to do anything but eat, sleep, and, err…spend time with my husband. 😉
I asked around to my friends to see if they had a personal recommendation for a house cleaner. I mean, aren’t house cleaners kind of like hair dressers, where if they’re good they’re booked, and if they’re not good, they’ve got plenty of openings? I’m sure that’s not true in all cases, but a personal recommendation would go far for me. I lucked out that a friend of mine has a house cleaner she adores, and this woman, Christine, has a few openings. As it turns out, Christine is trying to cut back on her business, but has a hard time saying no. So I made an appointment for her to come look at my house.
Now, here’s where things get guilt-inducing. If you stand in my living room, I could give you a tour of the house without having to move. My place is TINY. Less-than-1,000-square-feet tiny. So asking someone to help me clean this speck of a house is embarrassing! Am I really that busy that I can’t clean my own house? Unfortunately, I am.
When Christine said she would be willing to clean my house, I think a tear escaped down my cheek. A weight lifted off my shoulders that was getting heavier and heavier the busier I’ve gotten. Christine came over and told me what she’d do. She told me she’s vacuum the edges, and she pointed out things she’d clean, things that I would do if I only had the time, things I think most people don’t notice, but *I* notice. It’s like I’ve hired myself to clean my own house, and I couldn’t be happier.
The only thing I worry about is liking it so much that I’ll want to continue having a house cleaner even after I’m back down to one job. I guess I’ll justify keeping her when I get to that point.
Do you have a house cleaner? How much do you love it?