My Love Hate Relationship with the Cleaning Ladies.

Mr. Meena and I are living in an extended stay hotel for a year… and it’s a lesson in patience.  The cleaning ladies come and do a (scheduled) thorough cleaning once a week, but they often show up when I’m not expecting them.  Like when they walked in on me sleeping, woke Mr. Meena and I up last Saturday for new towels, and yesterday they walked in on me in the shower.  These are my feelings about the situation.

 

I love that they leave my hotel room sparkling clean.

I hate sitting around awkwardly while they clean it.

 

I love that they are careful with our belongings.

I hate when I can’t find something after they leave.

 

I love having freshly fluffed pillows and blankets.

I hate not being able to change the sheets whenever I want to.

 

I love that they clean with such attention to detail.

I hate that they enter the room with about two seconds notice.

 

I love not having to clean my own living space.

I hate not being able to communicate because they only speak German.

 

I love that they take the trash out.

I hate when they show up unexpectedly to take the trash out.

 

I love the smell of their laundry detergent.

I hate the smell of their cleaning solution.

 

I love their efficiency.

I hate when they move my stuff around.

 

I love being forced to pre-clean so that the floor, counters, and kitchen are clear and ready for their arrival.

I hate being forced to pre-clean so that the floor, counters, and kitchen are clear and ready for their arrival.

 

I love that my home is clean on a consistent basis for the first time in my life.

I hate feeling disrupted in my home.

 

The expat life isn’t bad, but there are things about it that can be hard to deal with.  Have you ever felt a bit invaded or embarrassed while staying in a hotel? Share in the comments.

Photo by Allen licensed under CC BY 2.0.