If you want something doing, you know what? Don't ask a busy person. Just don't. This is bollocks advice. Because the busy people are already busy, do you see?
I have a big house (yes I know this is supposed to be a blessing yadda yadda yadda - it just looks like a lot of work from where I'm sitting). I have a team of three cleaners that come in for two hours a week and blast around. In my book that's six hours of cleaning. Just keeping the tide of dirt at bay. The place is not spotless by any means, but it stays in a holding pattern of acceptability.
Today they arrived to clean while Himself was home. He was unimpressed so he's given them the push, and has arranged for the cleaner from the office to come in once a month for half a day. Is there something wrong with my arithmetic here, I wonder?
The rest of it we are going to share amongst the four of us, apparently. I've seen this kind of "sharing" before. Inequitable doesn't even begin to describe it. The issue is that my threshold is different to everyone else's so they don't feel driven to clean anything unless it's so filthy they can't help but notice (golden syrup spilt all over the table, dog shit trodden into the carpet, no clean mugst to be found - you get the drift).
I thought I was overworked and overwhelmed before. This has jolted me to a whole other level of pain.
Anyway, hey ho, let's see how it turns out. At the moment I'm tired due to writing an article (a truly excellent article but for Himself's byline) until 3am so even I can tell that now is not a good time for me to discuss this.
I smiled as a good wife should, and went to do some hoovering. Life sucks sometimes.
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