We have a cleaner here. It’s a definite “we have” not “I have” as when she’s on holiday, as this week, then everyone in the house (DH, adult DCx2, me) pitches in to keep it clean. During lockdowns when she couldn’t come at all for weeks, everyone became even more appreciative of her work. All of us work full time, so adding in another person’s job — cleaning the house — isn’t something any of us want to do.
Our cleaner loves cleaning
. She and I (this is where I diverge from my household, as the rest have what I think as a ‘normal’ approach to mess) have conversations about how much we like to see e.g. the grout between the bathroom wall tiles restored to its correct white shade. The difference between me and the rest of the house is they don’t notice what colour it is. The difference between me and our cleaner is that she really enjoys the process of getting it clean. I just love it to be clean but am usually too knackered to get it to that state!
Our cleaner is wonderful, hard working, gets on and does what needs doing, will spot additional stuff like windows, inside of fridge etc. alongside dusting, vacuuming, washing floors, bathrooms. She used to do ironing (she loves it even more than cleaning, she tells me) but we’ve had to cut her hours a bit to save money. (As I write, DH who is not back at work yet (I’m on lunch break WFH) has just wandered past and said “I might even do some ironing” and is now getting out the ironing board
).
I love our cleaner, both as a person, and for the work she does. Am hugely appreciative of all of it. When we retire we are planning to move to a different city, and I’m trying to work out how to take her with me.