I actually couldn’t care less who pays for help around the house, we’re all busy, and why shouldn’t you spend your hard earned dollar on things that make life that little bit easier?

The thing is, there is this obvious stigma attached to admitting that you do in fact exchange money for someone to essentially dust your shelves, bleach your kitchen counter and mop your floors.

The views I have experienced is that it is seen as a) too much of a luxury b) a cop out – why can’t you clean your own bloody house? or c) makes folks feel somehow they come across as a bit incapable, a bit lacking, not very domestic goddess.

I am generally quite untidy. I really dislike this trait, and I am (at least in recent months) trying to do something about it. My husband on the other hand is ridiculously the other way, I recently rescued brand new make-up still in the original Selfridges bag from the bin, he had assumed it was “rubbish” as it had been left on my dressing table for um…..could possibly have been a week. (Ahem, or two.)

Needless to say, this isn’t a case of “opposites attract”, we just drive each other nuts.

However, I don’t believe untidiness is the same as uncleanliness. I like things to be eat-your-dinner off clean. At all times. If feasible.

The thing is, I will scrub the bathroom sink until my hands are raw and you can see your face in it, only to dump all of my many “products” right back down on top of that shiny surface. This clutter will then attract all sorts of potential bacteria and general bleugh far quicker than it would if I put stuff away in the first place.

And much like many of you I’m sure, the last thing I want to do after a long working week is scrub a bathroom sink…. until my hands are raw.

I employed a cleaner about a year ago. It was one of the best decisions I have ever made. Her name is “super” Sue and she even brings her own industrial vacuum (apparently it is far superior to our Dyson, and I’m not arguing, our carpets always look brand new after Sue’s been round.)

I think like with anything that is deemed as a luxury, finding the right cleaner to justify the investment is important. I have been lucky admittedly. Sue is both thorough and quick (hence the term “super”) and per month costs less than couple of trips to Pret a Manger.

Now then, I am partial to a pain au raison from Pret. And those croissant things they do with ham and cheese. But I would rather come home every Friday to a home that is perfectly polished ready for weekend guests and have my evenings free (at least for the most part) from housework should I have to choose one or the other.

The additional plus is that knowing Sue is “due” makes me…tidier. I make sure everything is put away more regularly, I’m paying for the service so I figure I want the results to last as long as possible.

This in turn ensures Mr O’Shea and I drive each other a little less nuts. Which is nice.

Do you have a cleaner? Embarrassed to admit it for any of the reasons listed above?

(says in a very small voice) I also have a lady who takes away my needs-ironing garments every 3 weeks or so and brings them back all pressed and smelling of fresh laundry…..and for some reason I find it very difficult to admit it.

No. I don’t understand my reluctance and hypocrisy either.

I am embarrassingly bad at ironing, and Jolly Jane (laughs a lot, sends me “it’s ready when shall I deliver?” texts with multiple smilies) is just as much of a necessity as Super Sue.

Go figure.