|I don't speak French. Minor detail.|
I am thinking of getting a cleaner.
I've spent a great deal of time thinking about this cleaner, years in fact.
Mainly on Saturday mornings which is my time to race around and get the house perfect so that I can enjoy the rest of the weekend not thinking about cleaning the house.
Every Saturday morning the rest of the house prepares for me to start giving orders. I begin by telling them to pick things up, put things away, get their school bags onto the hooks and tennis racquets in the cupboard.
One room is delegated Mr H, I beg, plead and cross my fingers that he will actually clean it rather than sit in the room playing candy crush while he uses a tissue to wipe a bench and then declare the room 'DONE".
I have the washing machine spinning, the vacuum whizzing and the dishwasher loaded and at the end of it all I feel awful.
I feel like a nagging fish wife, screaming at everyone to just do their bit. I have hoped this habit would change, I have had hope that the rest of the household would start noticing maybe a shelf in the fridge with beetroot all over it might need a wipe, or that pulling out a table every now and then to vacuum behind it is useful.
Even the youngest members of the family know how to hide when Mum is in 'crazy cleaning mode'.
I can see only one way to break this habit. Paying a cleaner.
Perhaps that might be the way to break some habits around here.