Posted on December 18, 2013
I might regret this…
Over the weekend Mike mentioned casually over lunch that maybe next year we should think about hiring a house cleaner. I’ve been thinking about it since.
Feeling a little offended as I’m doing the best I can to stay on top of it, I stopped and thought about it for a bit before responding emotionally.
“You know, our deal was that I did all of the working and you take care of everything else”, he said. “But things have changed and you’re being pulled in a lot of different directions so I think we need to evolve with the changes.” (He has been working 14+ hour days, so I don’t ask him to clean)
Me: Ummmm, am I taking this the wrong way?
Mike: Yes. Things have changed and I think it would be nice for us to focus on other things & let someone else take care of the cleaning. The last thing I want is for you to be buzzing around the house on our days off. I’d rather hang out with you.
Okay I totally get where he’s coming from. I know he genuinely means what he says – his word is his word. I am pulled in several directions. I absolutely love everything I do and he works so much it does make sense. The house isn’t a disaster or filthy, just messy and the floors could be cleaned more regularly.
Buuuuut I just can’t let someone else come take care of our house. Looks like Bam needs to grow some thumbs and help out around here.
I pour so much passion into everything I do, small & big. I can not stand things being done half-ass. I would rather it not get done at all, and lately I’ve been feeling like I can’t stay on top of the house & other life stuff as well as I used to.
Maybe I was feeling like I had to redeem myself or something, but I spent an entire afternoon & evening scrubbing the house.
And yes, the floors are all swept & scrubbed.
The stove is sparkling.
All of the laundry is clean & put away. Even I’m surprised there’s not a load of clean clothes left in the dryer to develop permanent wrinkles. Heck, an iron, what’s that??
I LOVE cleaning and having a sparkling clean home. The feeling of coming home to everything organized, cleaned and put away is right up there with a giant mug of your favorite extra bold hot coffee. Yah, it’s that good!
Feeling accomplished and SO much better I sent Mike these text messages:
Of course I got a phone call about my threat only to laugh and tell me he’s really happy to come home to a clean house. And question who I am when the bed is actually made long before I get in it.
I don’t see anything wrong with others hiring a house cleaner at all. I have a friend with 3 young kiddos who has a crew come in and clean hers and I think it’s perfect for her & the family. I just think the Type A in my can not handle someone putting things away in the wrong spot. And honestly maybe there’s a smidge of pride thrown in there too. I know, first world problems.
Do you have a house cleaner? If not, would you consider hiring one?
How do you divide up household chores?