I finally broke down and called a maid service. Well, actually, I called four maid services. One never showed up to do their estimate or called to tell me why (OK, we're going to call that one 'off the list'), one was silly-expensive (excuse me? $250 a week
, are you mad?!), one answered the phone with, "Yeah?" and then proceeded to be unsure about whether or not his wife (the maid service) was still "doing that" (hoooookay, gonna call that
one off the list, too), and finally got hold of our local Molly Maids, who were pleasant on the phone, in line with my expectations cost-wise and who (gasp!) showed up right on time to walk through my filthy Den and give me a contract for de-filthing it.
They were to come Monday morning, she said. It would be a good thing if we could declutter before they arrived, she added with gentle reproach (what, so it looks like a Toys-R-Us truck slammed into our house and exploded its innards all over it…). Not that they wouldn't throw the toys into the toybox for
us, but…time is money you know...
So I spent the weekend decluttering the Den.Only
I got the massive piles of laundry off my dresser and put away – but I didn't then dust the dresser.
I put away my earrings, the hair pins and ties, the brushes, the 'refill' package of toilet paper and the nine hundred little bottles of assorted facial unguents guaranteed!
to make me look less haglike – but I didn't then clean the bathroom.
Picked up the toys and threw them into the toybox – but didn't then vacuum, dust, remove the spiderwebs from the window runners, and sanitize the doorknobs.
And yet, remarkably, I got the entire Den decluttered in only a few hours. It was a lot of clutter. I thought it would take months to get through all that clutter – but focusing purely on the clutter and not the filth around, over and under it, it actually got put away really, really fast. I even got through my handle-it-handle-it drawer, packaged up and filed away last year's paperwork, and made new file folders for the new stuff we've got this year.
I was on fire
At precisely 8:00 Monday morning, two ladies pulled up in a little pink car, unloaded about six hundred pounds of cleaning implements, and went to work.
Five hours later, the entire Den was clean
All of it. Every single room. Dusted, vacuumed, scrubbed, from the ceiling fans to the baseboards. Even the window runners. Showers: Sparkling. Cabinets: Glowing. Beds: Neatest they've been in months.
By 6:00 that evening, I had even washed, folded and put away all the laundry that needed doing.
I'm not used to having Nothing Whatsoever To Do on the housework front. Since I usually clean in 'zones' (the front room on Monday, the office and downstairs bathroom on Tuesday, etc.), there is always
some room that hasn't been touched in a week (or more).
It was weird to have a little pause in the day and think, I really should go clean the girls' bathroom – oh wait! It's already clean!
At first, it made me feel oddly resentful. Redundant. Guilty
. What kind of mother has strangers
change the sheets on her kids' beds?! What's next, hiring a chef to come cook all their meals?! (Hmmmm…)
But I've gotten used to it. Don't worry about me, I'm fine
I feel astonishingly less stressed out. It's as though a huge weight has lifted from me. I can ignore little spots on the hall tile, or fingerprints on the sliding glass door, or the sludge ring left on the tub by four filthy children. It's OK. The maids will be here Monday.
Even given how cheap I am, I have to say it: It's easily worth the money.
About that backyard…while there may well be a contest for Biggest Weed Ever, I don't think I really want to win it… unless of course, there's a money prize that might cover the cost of a gardener…
Did you cry?
Seriously, I used to love having a cleaning lady. But after my last baby was born, daycare costs went up and we refi'ed to a 15 year mortgage, so money's a little tight. The first thing to go was the cleaning lady. It's been over a year now.
Oh, how I miss her.
It's one of the things I keep promising myself after we do all the renovation work downstairs. (Yeah, right! As if that's going to happen anytime soon.)
How much did they charge per hour?
- Pam (curious as usual.)
They're charging me a contract rate of $100; it's for two people, up to three hours. They plan to be spending two hours, so about $25 an hour a person.
The lady whose husband wasn't sure she still did that called yesterday. Oh my. She needs to work on her client-facing. "I might be able to work you in. I charge $75 an hour (!) and I need you to make sure you buy plenty of paper towels and also Windex and also Scrubbing Bubbles..."
Let me get this straight. You want to charge me $300 a week [three TIMES the cost of Molly Maid?!] for four hours work, AND buy all your equipment for you?!
Uh-huh. Um, thanks for calling.
I don't know why you waited so long! I've had a cleaning lady most of the years I've been married. She comes every second week, which is fine for us.
After all, I have worked full time since finishing university. Could not see working all week, and then spending my precious weekend hours in cleaning. My lady charges $80, she stays till the work is done, usually 8 hours. And everything sparkles. We used to have a woman who even did laundry and ironed shirts -- this one doesn't.
We always declutter before she comes, which is good for keeping stuff from piling up too much :-)
Congrats on taking this big step!
Good for you! I guess there is a reason that the franchise house cleaning business is a good one. Very little competition. I hired one once to clean a house that we had sold. The guy they sent asked me if he could bring a friend (for the same price!) so they could get done sooner. All I had to do was call the office and have him fired and I never had to deal with the flake again - bliss!
ps - I think I hear some aphids munching on your rose bushes ;-)
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