Due to the nature of my job (raising children) I find my cleaning standards have slipped somewhat. After a day spent washing up, sweeping food off the kitchen floor, wiping all the surfaces, picking up toys and random objects up off every floor in the house, cooking, looking after my kids, making beds, and hanging washing out, seventeen times over, I have no remaining energy to do any actual cleaning.
So this is the bare-minimum-cleaning routine I have found myself slipping into, I am ashamed to say:
- I only clean the downstairs bathroom when I know we are going to have visitors, who might need to use it (I am highly embarrassed on the occasions when I get caught out with a surprise visit)
- I only clean the the upstairs bathroom when I know people are staying the night, as they will need to use the shower
- I only hoover the downstairs rooms about once a week - normally on a Thursday night after Tom and I have had a takeaway curry and spilt pilau rice and poppadom crumbs all over the carpet
- I only hoover the upstairs bedrooms when I am in a bad mood, as I find it is a good way to let off steam
- I only clean Tom's office when I know that he has a business meeting in there, or a piano lesson, or a Tai Chi drinks reunion (although in actual fact Tom should clean his bloody room himself)
- I only mop the kitchen floor when our feet are actually sticking to the tiles or when Betty tells me it is looking 'disgusting'
- I only dust the TV and the windowsills about twice a year
- I never clean skirting boards or windows or door ledges or under the beds