"Cleaner" is something on the rich...
Never in my life have I used the services of a so-called cleaner (if it’s quite in Russian, a visiting cleaner). There are several reasons for this, but the main one is that I can't stand it when a stranger in my house touches my things.
The 21st century has freed the woman from most of the tedious housework. Some lucky women who earn enough (or their husbands do) don't come into contact with everyday life - neither with cooking, nor with cleaning, nor with the non-facade and tedious side of education children.
“Yes, what is your cleaning!” modern men are outraged. - "Press a couple of buttons, but pull out a clean one." This, of course, is not true. The dirty must first be loaded, the clean must be pulled out, dried (sometimes stroked) and laid out or put in place. But it's not about that now.
A profession that makes crowded lives easier
Everywhere and everywhere I come across women who have a cleaner at least once a week, after whose work they literally do not recognize their apartment. They themselves, they say, never achieve such purity.
“You won’t believe how much easier this makes life!” - rejoices a friend who has three children from 7 to 16 years old. From the point of view of a mother of many children, this is probably happiness. It's a blessing to have someone to clean up a home that's been ravaged by innocent childish play and teenage self-expression. In such a crowded life, many need a helper.
Little tragedies of big introverts
From the point of view of an introvert, not burdened with offspring, but falling into hysterics when someone rearranges his things, fumbles in his drawers and makes his bed in a different way than he usually does - this is a small death (as in Pugacheva's song) and a big tragedy (almost like Shakespeare).
I even refuse my own mother, who periodically tries to come to restore order, for the same reason. My apartment is my castle. The arrival of another person with a rag and cleaning agent makes me fluff my tail, release the needles and take a defensive position.
Anti-anxiety cleaning
Cleaning is a real anti-depressant. An affordable anti-anxiety drug that doesn't require a prescription. Psychologists and psychiatrists will confirm that such behavior is characteristic of people with an acute need for control. When we can’t control something in our lives, we begin to put things in order in the surrounding space.
When anxiety sets in, you want peace and order in your head, you will find or form unwashed dishes and the floor that will come to the rescue. There are lockers in which you can sort through things or surfaces from which you can wipe the dust. And no problem.
Although no sane woman will refuse Mr. Muscle.
And I also learned that there are women who, before the arrival of the cleaner, put things in order so that, in every sense, not to lose face. But that's a topic for another post.
Author: a woman with clean floors and thoughts
