As I sit here, two wonderful people are cleaning my house. We live in a modest 700 square foot condo that we could easily clean ourselves. Actually, we have been cleaning for the 18 months we've lived here.
Every time, the cleaning episode would start the same way... me freaking out, shouting orders, scurrying from room to room, making piles, grabbing the vacuum, and ultimately both of us miserable until the tasks were complete. The choirs of course are the usual, vacuum, dust, wood polish, mop floor, and pretty the house.
Well...I am ashamed and embarrass to admit. After watching the two people currently cleaning, I know nothing. Their version of vacuum and my version are miles apart. For example, I vacuum the rug and voila, pat on back, I'm done. They vacuumed the couch, pillows, window sil, the rug, all the corners, the shelves, the tv, the bookshelves, literally an hour of vacuuming.
That is just the beginning of cleaning story, but I won't bore you with my schooling lesson.
So without hesitation, hiring a housekeeper is The Best Money I Ever Spent.
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