My increasing work schedule and responsibilities have forced Scott and me to reevaluate the division of labor within our household. I suppose this is a nice way of saying that I have refused to keep all of my responsibilities as a stay-at-home Mom since I'm working full time. For the first few weeks I tried to do everything but quickly realized that I was rendered exhausted and resentful by the end of the day. It became clear that things were going to have to change.
In order to
lighten my load, it was agreed that we would hire somebody to clean our
home twice a month. I was excited about this decision because I hate to
clean. The thought of a crew of people coming into my home to scrub and
polish the grime and dirt away felt like a wonderful luxury!
hiring a cleaning crew has morphed from a luxury into a headache. We
have been trying to hire a professional service since October. I never
thought it would be this hard to hire somebody but it seems that either
they can't be trusted or they don't really want the job. This "time
saving move" has turned into a logistical nightmare requiring more of my
attention than I anticipated.
Our first cleaning service, highly
recommended on Yelp, left both Scott and me surprised by the number of
trash bags piled up outside. We knew that he had acquired our share of
ad circulars and old magazines, but we were embarrassed by the mountain
of trash that we had apparently been harboring. As the afternoon wore on
I began to notice that I couldn't find certain items, particularly
Robby's favorite cups, my travel coffee mugs and most upsetting--Black
Robby has slept with Black Bear since he was an infant, and
although the stuffed animal looks dirty and dingy to others, we see him
as well-loved and experienced. We began looking for Black Bear after
dinner. When we weren't able to locate him, something told me to venture
outside to the looming trash mountain that had been collected by the
My angst about digging in the trash quickly turned
into the exhilaration of a treasure hunt. The cleaners didn't throw away
old newspapers and magazines. They had simply collected everything that
they didn't want to clean and anything that they considered clutter
into trash bags to be thrown away. Inside the bags I found my travel
mugs, all of Robby's CARS cups, a flash drive, two sweaters, a pair of
Robby's pajamas, numerous cat toys and Black Bear.
needed to keep looking for a different cleaning service. The next
company that I called failed to clean half of my house but charged me
full price. Another simply didn't show up after scheduling two separate
appointments. A highly rated company stayed for 90 minutes yet charged
me for a full 2 hours. Although they did a great job cleaning, the
discrepancy in time made me question their honesty.
imagined it would be this difficult to hire a cleaning service. I'm
shocked by the lack of communication, work ethic and honesty that has
been demonstrated by so many! Although I'm frustrated, I haven't given
up hope. We still need somebody to help with the housework. Today I
have a new company coming to clean. Hopefully they will work out
because, to be honest, I'm tired of looking!