I don't have a maid. This is unusual for a middle class person like myself residing in South Africa. It was by choice.
Every week I do the following:
Squeegie mop the kitchen, bathrooms and entrance hall area.
Vacuum the carpets and tiles before I squeegie mop
Scrub the wall tiles in the kitchen and bathroom
Clean the oven
Clean the fridge
Do two loads of washing
Change my linen
Clean the toilet, put a toilet duck blue thingie in the cistern
Empty the rubbish bins round the house, and take out the trash
Clean behind and next to oven where food falls
Tidy up, especially the lounge where my magazines are strewn everywhere
Every two weeks:
Clean the bath and basins with bleach
Dust the skirtings and windows
Clean the Sta-Soft holder in the washing machine because it clogs
Dust the gates
And as menial as it all sounds, I love doing it. Last night I did the full list and flopped into bed feeling great. It really forms an integral part of my Alone Therapy.
One disclaimer has been bought into Alone Therapy. I obliged to go for a drink with my best guy friend tonight. I will happily do this for perhaps an hour. Boys aren't bitchy, boys aren't hung up, boys don't analyse everything. So as long as I can still be sad and detached, I will crawl out of my hole for a little while.