After putting our house on the market, we hired professional cleaners because we couldn’t keep up with keeping the house spotless on top of everything else. Normally we live in squalor and we’re fine with that (so long as there’s no mold or anything growing). But when you’re regularly showing a house and the people you have a verbal agreement about the lease with drag their heels for a month, it’s best not to have deep cleaning on the list of things to constantly worry about.
The first person we tried charged $120/session (so ~$60/hr), which we would have been fine with if she’d done a good job cleaning. But she didn’t. There were crumbs on the dining room table, dust on the bookcases, toddler hand prints on the windows, cat hair on the carpet and in tumbleweed form and on and on and on. I came home and couldn’t tell anybody had been there to clean, except she’d apparently spent a large amount of time scraping soap out of a soap holder (but not cleaning any of the rest of the shower). Even more than I hate spending money on things I don’t value, I hate spending money and not actually getting what I don’t value. I hate paying someone a lot of money for something I could do myself and then I have to do it anyway. If I’m paying a lot of money, they should do as good as or better than I do.
So then we tried a local agency (that everyone who doesn’t use the lady we tried first uses), bonded, insured, etc. $175 for the first clean, $100 for a weekly clean. They left the place mostly clean and I could tell things had been cleaned when I walked in the door.
$100-120/week is $400-500/mo is $5000-$6000/year. We could give someone at DC1’s school an 80% scholarship for $6000/year. It’s such a waste for something we don’t even need and I don’t even get to feel noblesse oblige about paying for it because most of that money is probably going to the owner of the company– the women who actually do the cleaning are not getting $100/clean.
Also I don’t like the smell of cleaning products. And it lasts for two days after they’ve come. And a few times they’ve come after 5:30 on Friday, which means I’m home while they’re cleaning which hurts my midwestern sensibilities– I feel like I can’t just kick back and relax (or make dinner because they clean the kitchen last) and I should be cleaning too, which is ridiculous.
So that’s me being grumpy. DH, of course, likes having the cleaners, probably because he’s the one who usually does the bulk of the cleaning given my dust allergies.
Do you have someone clean the house? Do you love it?