The first time I ever utilized a cleaner was 6 or 7 years ago. I always felt guilty when I considered getting one; that it was indulgent and frivolous. After all, there’s just 2 of us – without and with kitties. So, really, how hard is it to get off my (our) asses and do regular cleanings?

Apparently, harder than it should be.

There’s certain things I HATE doing. Dishes, the stove, vacuuming, bathrooms.  All the basics, really. And this is nothing new. When I was a kid, my brother took over my chores for my allowance… or the chore portion of my allowance. He was quite the little entrepreneur.

So, yes, 6 or 7 years ago, we got our first cleaner. And it’s not like she was coming every week – it was every other week, usually – every 3 weeks at one point.

It quickly became my favorite days of the month!

Here’s the thing: my environment directly reflects the state of my mental health. It can be my physical appearance, my living environment, work ethics with the number of sick days I take – usually to do with the frequency of migraines I get during these times.

When I’m in these moments of poor mental health, I can look at the dishes – or whatever needs done – and I know I should do it. I know it won’t take long. And yet, I can’t seem to do it.

Hiring a cleaner has been a lifesaver!

And you know what I’ve noticed since getting one? It makes me want to keep the house cleaner.

When we were in BC, I was super sad when our cleaner moved – but we moved shortly after as well. We’ve now been in Ottawa for 5 years, and 2 months ago, I hired a cleaner.

Best decision ever!

Yes, it might be frivolous and indulgent to some, but for me, it’s essential!