Approaching the end of my tether I am employing a cleaner. 2 hours once a week.
I am - lately - losing control of my home. To a husband and children, 5 and 1. A house bought for love has lost it's shine. Increasingly due to a lack of time. And a never ending sea of stuff - the paraphernalia of growing up.
I managed when it was just my son. But these days where have the hours gone? To hoover and mop and wipe and dust. I wish not to spend life cleaning whilst my children are young.
The bigger the house the more the work. Our cottage in that case is big enough.
I relax not, in a mess. A clean sweep and a clear deck. But I don't have the time or the energy left.
And 2 hours a week costs not very much. (Thanks to my friend for pointing that out). Saying that this is the time to shout. Admit that it's not working now. When my instinct would be to struggle on - trust no other to do the job.
Someone once said that I run up mountains when I could be strolling up the hill. She had my measure pretty well.
So today I asked another to help. I have to tell you that felt great. Change a habit and lift a weight.
Roll on Tuesday, cleaning day... x
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