When Ray, my cleaner told me in February that he was to retire and go where all good retirees go, the North Coast, I was devastated. Of course it was an over reaction, but I have told you before how Ray saved my marriage each week and that I would spend money on a cleaner before almost anything else in the weekly budget, including food.
Call me a Virgo, but I hate mess and I hate picking up after the other people who live in this house. I am naturally lazy and have not trained them well, because it was always easier just to pick up their shizz, than spend hours nagging them to pick up their own stuff.
Ray's timing was way off. We were going to go overseas for an extended holiday later in the year and for several reasons, mainly security ones and the need to put the new cleaner off for the 7 weeks whilst we were away, I didn't want to employ anyone else, until we returned in October.
So I have been cleaning the house since February myself. Now I am not cuing the violins here, because you will agree, I am no martyr. It's a job millions of women and a handful of men do across the country on a weekly, if not daily basis. But it is a job I absolutely hate and I think life is too short to do something you hate more than a few times, if you can possibly avoid it.
So one of the first things I did when we returned to Australia, was to secure 3 quotes from recommended cleaners. That was an interesting exercise in itself. The first one was $90, the second was $80, but I was told in no uncertain terms by the lady, after talking very sternly with her husband in Korean before they gave me the quote "we charge you an extra $50 for the first clean, because your house filfy" . I had to agree with her. I had tried and failed to keep the house in ship shape order. It's just not my thing.
The final quote was $65, so of course I decided to go with that one. The down side is that although the day of the week for the cleaners to arrive at the Beach House, is set in concrete, there is no confirmed time of arrival. I get a text about two days before and have to negotiate a time then. It's a little unconventional, but I like that it's generally in the middle of the day, as it gives me time to clean up for the cleaner.
|Sea Glass Gathered in France|
That's the other thing about having a cleaner. It forces you to tidy up, so you get your money's worth. I feel obliged to throw out junk, that would normally accumulate when I'm not under any pressure.
So last week it was with great happiness to me, that 4 lovely ladies turned up on my door step and had the joint back in order after 35 minutes. Note to self: rearrange the cushions, as those two look a little dull.
Having a clean house has not only cleared my mind, but freed me up to pursue other things. Things I like doing, like filling orders for clients. I had the time to make this chalk board for a client, which when you think of it, paid for the cleaners, so why the hell not? Like I said, life is too short.
Chalkboard Surfboard made recently for a client's beach party.
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